Chicano Poet

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Took a

Took a cab to your heart,
they weren’t there
my brothers were you

my others certainly would not go
that’s what happens when you part
france is a lower case upper case

america’s bloody hands
insist on caressing foreign children
bloody handprints all over

fingerprints point to the white house
our love suffers because of it
how can you hover

over the garden?
if I look up I see god’s noble plan
I wonder where you’re going to land.


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