It’s Like . . .

Killing an ant with a nuclear bomb, total exaggeration
Stoning a woman right after she’s been raped, abomination
Creating the final solution to exterminate a wandering nation
Inexplicable and contradictive, killing cancer with radiation
Tormenting and torturing without mitigation

Crying at the bottom of the sea to drown your sorrow
Fighting foreign wars all over the world, non-stop in a row
Committing suicide today for things that will disappear tomorrow
Saint Sebastian expiring and receiving another arrow
Asking money from a beggar, when he has nothing to borrow

God never lies you can’t insist
Begging God to make me believe he doesn’t exist
Asking God to become friends with Satan so evil can cease to exist
Declining access to hell even if I persist or desist
Satan always lies he can’t resist

There’s no solution or substitution for disillusion
There’s no compensation or restitution for revolution
Brain surgery needed for a mind so narrow
And heavy, impossible to carry in a wheelbarrow
Angry and nonconformist, I raise my fist
Only to be censored, disqualified and dismissed.




EDMUNDO BARRAZA
Visalia, CA. 04-11-2012







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