Bonafide Rojas
AT THE TOP OF EL MORRO
AT THE TOP OF EL MORRO
I.
today we celebrate
the death of the past
that has haunted us
since the very beginning
we mourn the living
& wash our hands
of all the names
that tried to destroy us
the ventriloquist is on stage
we don’t care about
a puppet government
politicians, governors
or presidents because
we can see the strings
the laws they pass rhyme with
eradication, annihilation & extinction
it taste like rotten apples
II.
these money grubbing bastards
are scared of being bankrupt
yet they owe billions to other countries
& say we owe billions to them
they’re delusional, their heart is weak
their vision of the future is bleak
like an unnamed catastrophe
that has scourged the island to
a burnt-out cinder inhabited
by the corpses of dead corporations
our sky is shrouded by toxic dust particulates
a gold coin is placed on our tongues
we hold oil in our cheeks
we light candles for the people
who never came back from war
the puppet government
wears wood dentures
poison the water we drink
chemically create the food we eat
sharpen their silver spoons
pour wine into the skulls of dead monarchs
& they stand there
hideous & forsaken
think of us as cattle
rattle, profit, loss, consumer
we are not here for the slaughter
we are not here for the slaughter
III.
when facing down the barrel of a gun
hope they’re a bad shot
hope they’re not just following orders
hope you look like their child
hope they had an amazing day
hope they realize you’re not the person they’re looking for
hope they know this is not the old wild west
hope god intervenes even though you are an atheist
hope they love your luxurious hair
hope you’re not holding a wallet
hope you’re not holding a water pistol
hope you don’t have candy in your hand
hope you don’t get stopped at a traffic light
hope they don’t have fear on their breath
hope they don’t think you’re a terrorist
hope they don’t think you're a communist
hope they don’t think you're an independentista
hope they have some humanity left in their trigger finger
hope they haven't been trained for this
hope this is not a reoccurring dream
hope you wake up from this alive
IV.
at the top of el morro
you can see politicians
walking around smelling
like corruption & massacre
they hold bone marrow in their glasses
bow before their own skeletons
eat the bark off dead cherry trees
take a casual walk in a cemetery
crushing the bones of dead nationalistas
their mouths full of declarations smell like vomit
carry blood in their pockets
brush their teeth with scalpels
watch the closed circuit destruction
of palestine, chicago, baltimore & vieques
they laugh at the death tolls
eat their own shit to survive
sacrifice babies for immortality
destroy the dignity of the poor
paint their self portraits with maggots
lay their bodies on dead goats
waiting to be resurrected
when the stockmarket crashes again
so they can sink their teeth into
everything-everyone-everywhere
at the top of el morro
we wash our hands of their existence
we wash our hands of their name
& we walk into the ocean
& bathe ourselves in freedom.
