Random Poem (16 July 2013)

You rape us and we say thank you

for the largesse that is ours, anyway.

You take away from our mouths

that have ceased talking a long time ago

(you stole our words, as well).

You call your loot “commission”

We call them for what they are:

our blood and sweat and tears.

Our children go barefoot

While you call in our arrears.

And we pay you!

We actually are dumb enough to pay

You because we cannot count

And we cannot read, and we cannot fight,

You stole that from us as well.


Conrado de Quiros never fails to inspire me  (http://opinion.inquirer.net/56553/consuelo).


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