Séptimo no-poema: We, the black people.

WE, THE BLACK PEOPLE

 

We, the black people,

We, the Women,

We, the fagots,

We, the lovers,

We, the Muslims

We, the “you

kow who”.

 

¿Who? Prayers

God is waiting.

We, the

We, the inocents

We, the We

Cause, We is a plural

¿We must pay?

Nobody is buying.

 

Wrong is Wrong

You, white people.

White is a choice,

Black is it not.

Man is a chocie,

Women is it not.

You, white, people. You. Not me.

 

Prayers,

God is waiting.

They shot 50

They kill women

at their homes

in front of their

kids.

 

Pray.

You, you

You, pray

not us

you pray

it’s a singular time

Don´t you see it?

 

Hillary.

The Woman.

It’s a new  time.

Don´t you see it

Muslims

Don´t you see it?

Trump. Don´t you dare

 

Lambs. Always

there will be lambs

to the sacrifice.

Lambs, to

offer, to the

Gods. The violent one

The peaceful one

The  God of the gods. Jup.

 

Cause, a God was a man…

A White man was a Black

a Wo-man was a Man

a Muslim was an American

a Chineese became european

a poor one

 

recibed Justice.

 

Pray.

You, you

You, pray

not us

you pray

it’s a singular time

Don´t you see it?

 

It´s a singular time.

We all pray. I´m a weirdo.