They ask me where I'm from

by Fredy   Dec 20, 2017


They ask me where I was born
like if the place where I come from..
makes me less than a person.
 And I want to yell my answer:
My country is that malevolent cancer,
 that dwells in the America Central
just north of the Panama Canal,
Small in size but full of maggots and lice,
 that occupy the highest position in government...
those who have forgotten the people they represent
 those who sell their soul to commit high treason
Those for whom money is the only reason
those whose place is reserved for them in hell my country has no shame long ago that fell because the rich keep winning
for them there's nothing wrong in sinning while in the ground there's the poor with their head spinning
trying to keep up with the news at a neck breaking pace
Cus you see down in my country the problem is not race
 it's the fact that we find severed heads in the park
 and you don't have to wait till it gets dark
 at 11 a.m. you hear cries and screams
violence in my country never rest it seems
 cuz down in my country being a gangster doesn't mean tagging in buses
It means showing Society its losses
it means chopping up people and leaving their corpses in different parts of the city
It means Letting Go of human kindness and pity
to give way to cruelty and Injustice
 and no matter what the circumstance is
 the rich always win
while the poor and weak are waiting to see what fate brings
 cuz you see down in my country talking about Justice and peace
 is as unreal as Santa Claus is
 down in my country I know a kid who's not a wannabe
 he's simply known as an "I've killed at least 3" down in my country politicians cheat and deceive
leaving little babies without a simple crib
 down in my country mothers cry themselves to sleep
 I've seen the hole of Injustice and ladies and gentlemen it is deep
 Down in my country people pick their things up and flee
cuz that's what they're told is supposed to be
 because jobs cannot be found
the people in my country are Hellbound
 they've been pushed to the ground
 by the people they voted for
 You see my people just can't take it anymore because Massachusetts is as big as my homeland
Yet my country is as violent as Afghanistan when the Taliban
 was still there
 now ask yourself is it fair
 that a country this small
could take so big a fall
from decency
 violence in my country is all I see
 Down in my country another unreal term is free
 because we are Shackled by poverty and debt forced to violence and theft
and everyday when I watch the news
I pray for my people to reach a truce
And I look behind my back
and wish my country could get back on track
 cuz you see all my people really want is Hope hope, that maybe just maybe they can cope
 with the problems they face
to leave this behind and finally Embrace
 that Utopia that has been denied to them for so long
and get one chance to right the wrongs
Until then I'll look at the small piece of land where I was born
And when they ask me where I'm from
 I'll  smile, sigh, and simply reply
El Salvador

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  • 6 months ago

    by Kireasha L

    I don't pretend to understand the struggles, poverty, and violence your country suffers. I do know that when people come together (from across the globe) and begin to embrace one another's society issues, change is possible. Because you've decided to write this brave piece, I will no longer be ignorant to the political disasters in El Salvador and what it is doing to the people. My prayers will be with you and for your country. Congrats on the win!!!!!!

    -ki

  • 6 months ago

    by C Cattaway

    Wonderfully written. Congratulations on your win.
    Catherine x

  • 6 months ago

    by naaz

    Congratulations!

  • 6 months ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Congrats on your win

  • 6 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Congrats on the win, Fredy. A poem of character and strength!

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