Best Guerrillas Poems

Señor Che, ¿duerme?
No, Paco. Pero dime que pasa
O, Dios... Nada! 
Pasa que pasa, compañero. Habla! 
Cuenta el dolor que cada 
El dia pasada lo pone...

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Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign...

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Down in the south east of Ukraine they call the Donbas region
Is where the Russians were kept at bay by the Azoz battalion
For three long...

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Piercing Our Hearts

Countries are torn apart over our children.
Being physical, mental, sexual pained
Wounded, broken, watching dismemberments.
Their selfish taste of blood in the name of god
Violence...

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It’s happening again.
Red-hot Guerrillas breaching my porcelain surface,
Angry little bombs exploding, leaving
my land a red war zone,

And I can’t find Concealer,
who has gone A.W.O.L, deserted...

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Standing at the edge of the canyon, 
its crest wreathed in swirling clouds of fog 
the tower looms on the plain, 
incongruous, like blood on...

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Crack on my corner but its grown overseas
Grown in South America and made from cocca leaves
From overseas to the corner from the corner to my...

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GREEDY AGENTS, 
FORECLOSERS ON THE RISE. 
BITTER DISAGREEMENTS, 
BEWARE OF SENSELESS DEMISE. 
TOTAL PRIVACY INVASION, 
INSTANT MESSAGE TEXTIN'. 
REFUGEE ALIENATION, 
BIG-BROTHER'S WATCHING. 
GROWING CHILD BIRTH...

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The smell of led was in the air
In the quiet forest bullet that silence would dispel 
That bullet young partisans’ heart would tear 
And the...

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Politicians are lying,
Poor people are dying,
But our stocks keep on rising,
So we don’t care

The Arab Spring withers,
As ISIS guerrillas
Bomb Iraqi civilians,
But we don’t care

Fake elections...

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Standing at the edge of the canyon, 
its crest wreathed in swirling clouds of fog 
the tower looms on the plain, 
incongruous, like blood on...

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Compelled by his native curiosity he makes his way 
slowly, stumbling frequently. The walls are cold 
and slimy to his touch. A rat skitters by...

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Compelled by his native curiosity he makes his way 
slowly, stumbling frequently. The walls are cold 
and slimy to his touch. A rat skitters by...

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Compelled by his native curiosity he makes his way 
slowly, stumbling frequently. The walls are cold 
and slimy to his touch. A rat skitters by...

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Compelled by his native curiosity he makes his way 
slowly, stumbling frequently. The walls are cold 
and slimy to his touch. A rat skitters by...

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