guerrilla

if it were not for european colonizers, spanish caudillos

sailing to romantic adventures on the high seas,

exploring myths, conquering gold for the mother land,

stealing american riches, torturing indians,

imposing christianity, all in the name of god,

driving natives into the mountains,

possessing, re-naming, murdering, extorting

in the name of the queen

if it were not for the monroe doctrine

big stick intervention, gradual imperialistic

western domination of mexican-indian lands,

colonizing nations, rough riding into

latin america, remembering the maine,

interfering in caribbean affairs,

entering puerto rico without an invitation,

sneaking into its southern borders,

buying governments for dictatorships

in the name of democracy,

at the expense of poor peasants

and broken banana republics …

if it were not for all of these injustices, then:

we would not have to pick up the gun

to humanize the puss-filled carcass

of your infectious terminal cancer…

we would not have to pick up the gun

to win over slimy landlords masturbating

on the hypocrisy of feudal promises,

stealing the wages of workers who

have toiled sixty hours on the blistering

face of the sun to find out on payroll lines

that the stinking food and the homeless shelter

was all their weekly checks would buy,

your laughing faces taking advantage

of simple humanity.

we would not have to pick up the gun,

to pulverize your bodies into evil dust,

to burn your skulls, to mame your legs,

to cut your throat, to feed it to the vultures,

to capture your after-spirit,

to rape your soul with evil rituals,

to exterminate and extinguish you with bullets,

to dispose of you in the stinking pool

in which we deposit our wastes

on the day of our victory meal,

when we free ourselves

from your corporate domination,

when we use your mouth openly suspended

to receive the toilet of our hatred.

that’s how far your murdering cancer has spread.

there is no turning back,

very little room for negotiations,

there is no compromising.

you are destined not to win

anywhere in the world.

we are the antidote.

we are guided

by universal love

to destroy you.