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and you will see
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Guerrillero Heroico
Wild-eyes
Gleaming with
a Deadly pride
and with Unifying drive as his guide,
the Revolutionary seeks to find out why
these Capitalist octopuses Try
to exploit and buy
Innocent lives,
his Unimaginable motivation
and suicidal dedication
Is his own Enemies creation;
Latinos who can’t read
and pregnant woman who
Work until their fingers bleed,
It’s time for change!
Dictators, corruption, keeping us in chains!
exploitation and violence surrounds,
It’s time to get up off the ground!
Wasting our time fueling grinkos corporations
Brothers and sisters,
Pick up your gun!
Bullets and Blood calling his heart,
Hate is what makes The fire start
within his mind, Driving his advance
Action is the chance!
Brothers and Sisters!
can’t you see they must die?
Now Communists, Russians
with Ballistic missiles!
Defying the forces of inhumanity,
He’ll realize that He cannot Die;
deadly intelligence in his eye
Courage pulsing through his veins with every motion,
Proud, Stoic.
Admirable to sway emotion,
Determination as cannot be found!
Nothing will stand in his way,
traitors have a price to pay.
Animalistic, blood-thirsty hunger for
the heads of sadistic Leaders
who would betray their people
to blinding greed!
in His unstoppable onslaught he strives to lead
a people to victory but
Now they call me
Gruesome, ruthless,
However truthless
they may be, I am made
the Enemy;
When government is no longer ‘fair,’
Revolution
is in the Air,
and he will be there
care free days
give me back my innocence
my freedom
my care free days
take the weight of the world from my aching shoulders
and cast it away
i am anchored down by tangible things
my mind in the chains of society
i long to break free!
to shatter the shackles that suppress my thoughts and actions
give me back my life
Trap
Broken, Shattered, rundown Dreams Incomplete
In the streets black spiritualists preach
As Pipe-fiends weep Because their children won’t
Speak
And Forever they’ll sleep
In the dirt lot across the Street
Buried beneath the trash and the Filth and
Betrayed with Deciet
Of Freedom when we are born
In a Prison
And we teach Ourselves,
Although many don’t learn and
we who do reach
And we reach
Desperately Beseeching in a World
Full of Villains and creeps and to
God they entreat to grant Salvation
to the World we created
In the Projects where
Darkness only grows
In the Pockets of the Criminals
Holding Dope for dealers and cash
Flows into Selfishness and Greed
And the Government misleads and Fear
and Anger breed beneath the
Streetlights and wired Fences
is where the seed is planted and
Wickedness starts in the Hearts of the
Landlords of the Tenements
and broken glass covered streets
And Crumbled concrete
and the Cities Heartbeat is
Is Never at peace
Only the Bullets can release and
Murderers hold the Keys
Original Poetry 