El Borachito
My people rose up from nothing
to be nothing
said an old man
in a cantina
his warm beer
like the arm
of a good woman
wasted on him
who had seen
better days
had high hopes
for his people
promised his wife
a bright future
promised his children
the world
now he drank his beer
in a hole in the wall
his raza
would be great once again
complete with gritos he said---
dreams die hard.
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