Columbus Day Observed 2006
I wanted to sleep in today,
Warm beneath my sheets,
Warm inside my house,
Leaving the early crisp October chill just beyond my comprehension,
Behind barred and shaded windows
That keep me and the public shielded from reality
But the sound of US sponsored bullets
Ricocheting off of innocent Iraqi skin
Shook me from my sleep and pulled me out of bed
A screaming reminder me that no matter what the calendar says
It’s still the same colonization invasion game going down
On this so called U S of A holiday.
I wanted to mourn today
Stay home and dress in black for the Palestinians and Lebanese killed by Israeli soldiers today.
I wanted to light candles for Afghanistan
Burn incense for the first nations
And cry my eyes out for Filiberto y Puerto Rico.
The 514 year old wounds bleed fresh
Spilling raped, mixed blood.
And I wanted to fast today
Deny my body the comfort
Of first world fast food disposable genitically modified drugs
But my children,
Born and yet to be born
Demanded to be fed
Demanded answers for their homework from the halls of miseducation.
Because she has off today
to celebrate her so called discovery
And I am left nervous
Wondering if when I remind her of the truth
She’ll agree that we were better left uncivilized.
I wanted to celebrate today,
By torching court houses and tearing down prison walls,
bombing national monuments
And taking back every last thing that has been stolen from me and those before me
I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs a huge
“FUCK YOU y VETE PA’L CARAJO”
to the spirit of Columbus marching down Fifth Avenue
and the Italianos using genocide as costume for their pride
But I was too busy struggling to survive today.
I was too busy working today.
I was too busy counting change to get onto the under constant terror alert subway today,
With its cops with machine guns standing in front of NYPD recruitment ads
the ones with the White cop hugging a Latina viejita?
I had to get to my job
as a 12 dollar an hour corporate whore for hire
Watching billions of bloody dollars
Being robbed from the third world and the third world within.
Finally when the day comes to a close
And I return
Defeated by another day
I can drown my sorrows in the made for t.v. scripted news
Falling asleep to the drone of lies we’ve gotten too used to.
In 1492 Columbus sailed the ocean blue
And got lost
But not lost enough.