a work in progress

I carry a lot on my back.

Constantly feeling like I am under attack.

My mind goes around,

While my emotions hit the ground.

People cannot see what lies

In these eyes.

The pain,

Given by the gain,

Of others.

Others that do not know.

They do not know the truth.

The truth.

The truth.

You want to know the truth?

Learn the truth.

I speak the truth.

I am a generalization,

Of the discrimination,

That began with Americanization,

Stop.

Mexicanization,

A term that derives from a third world nation.

Because of the colonization.

Intertwined with globalization.

El Salvador.

Translation.

The savior.

Incapable of saving,

Because of the forced paving.

Created by the “Yankee doodle went to town” trying to colonize,

Because he felt he had the right,

To go put on a fight.

A fight against what,

Communism?

Marxism?

Socialism?

Activism?

What about the fight against racism?

Sexism?

Classism?

Capitalism?

In other words contemporary imperialism.

Never enough exploitation,

Always having to create segregation.

More labor, more divides.

People having to decide.

One, two, pick a side,

Three, four, go and hide,

Five, six, you know it’s fixed,

Seven, eight, don’t make a mistake,

Nine, ten, don’t do it again,

Eleven, Twelve years of pain.

Twelve years of war.

Twelve years of death.

Twelve years of a regime that continues today.