No department of Education
No anti-corruption
No health care
No unemployment benefits
No social security benefits
When you’re old enough to retire
No help for people in needs, no welfare
No grants or loans for college students
No housing vouchers for elderly parents
No rules and regulations for the Stock Markets
No lawsuits against criminal cops
Due to immunity, they can kill anybody in the streets
And there’s more, more will fall in the craps
Many people will die sooner, before their time
Believe me that will be a sad crime
If you want an unfriendly and dishonest America
Vote for the fascist and friends of the SAGA
Otherwise, vote for the intelligent Woman
Who will never insult and disrespect Asians
Native Americans, Black Americans
Caucasians, Haitians, Jamaicans
Puerto Ricans, Europeans
Human beings, Africans
Latinos and poor White Americans.
Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Categories:
ricans, america, betrayal, black african
Form: Rhyme
I Came To the Medina
Looking for my Palestina
Baby my Baby
Where are you?
Still under the rubbles?
Still alive my Diva
Oh my Devina!
The Highways robbers,
The snitch, the pimps of the Dollar,
And of the Shekel,
Still abusing the little
Ballerina,
But she defied them all,
And she is still standing on one little toe,
With no support,
Since she became,
Now lonely in an orphelinat
My beloved, my adorable
Palestina!
Live, and live and live now,
And in the future,
Despite the A...Rabs
And the Gulf lackeys
And Al Alkami of the Palace,
Still serving his bosses,
In the Medina,
Snitching, selling his own meat,
His own flesh and honour to the Zombies,
Who used Red Indians,
Puerto Ricans,
And poor destitute,
Oppressed Latina
But remember my hero,
Who reduced those to zero,
That was once, in the famous,
Battle of all battles,
Of Hattina!
Saladin here he lives today,
And tomorrow,
With a million and a billion,
Enforced by men of deed,
Not of a creed,
And true soldiers,
Martyrs, Mudjahideena!
Categories:
ricans, conflict, dedication, freedom, political,
Form: Political Verse
I learned that a Brit will take offense if mistaken for an Australian,
and that Puerto Ricans take offense if mistaken for Mexican.
Canadians take offense if mistaken for American,
and Jamaicans take offense if mistaken for African.
Understandably, the great apes take offense when mistaken for human .
Categories:
ricans, people,
Form: Rhyme
Light streaming down
on the asphalt homeland
The day is full of promise
Sitting here in the local coffee spot
I am surrounded by people with laptops
But I am using the old fashioned way of writing this ode
with a pen and paper
It is the song of New York City
Home to over eight million souls
and many different ethnic groups comprise much of the Lower East Side
Chinese, Orthodox Jews, Afro Americans, Puerto Ricans
It is a fabled neighborhood where
my grandparents came after leaving
their European homes
Now it is my home
I have friends here - and possibly enemies
So I take this time
to reach out to you readers out there
in the darkness
Before nightfall on the LES
I pen odes to this city
Post them and hope
readers come to understand
this most urban of neighborhoods
Categories:
ricans, hope, urban,
Form: Free verse
Childhood lullaby rings in his mind when he was a baby
Many years had passed by, but he cannot forget the song
Saying as a warning, sleep baby, sleep now or the cuco
Will come to eat you.
Ancient cradle song used for Puerto Ricans to sleep babies
For many generations that believed the evil monster will
Take them far from their families. Part of the folklore
Characterizing one of the most legendary creatures of
Hispanoamerican cultures.
Example for Boogeyman Contest
5-30-2016
Categories:
ricans, fantasy, , Lullaby,
Form: Free verse
Obese,
and grunting,
sweating,
and munting,
trudging the kids off to school.
Puffing,
and panting,
raging and ranting,
You gotta stop eating, you fool.
Stop stuffing ya hodgers,
you fat lardy podgers,
you're eating far more than your share.
Your ass is immense,
like beach balls in tents,
what ya doin' just doesn't seem fair.
What about the Africans?
They ain't having any laugh-ricans.
Categories:
ricans, addiction,
Form: Rhyme