My Burning Fire

I have a fire within me
An inferno barely contained
within the crevices of my soul
It creeps upwards, upwards, ready to come out
Ready to scream out
And I try to retain it
For once it comes out it can’t be held back

As a rupturing volcano I become
Vengeance fills the mind
Retribution fills the soul
This hellfire demands justice for my kin
It is fueled by generations of injustice
Injustice upon the humble Latin America
By the hands of the invader
By the greedy, capitalist hands
of the American invader
For when she cracks the whip, we get the lashings
Blood flows down
Cascades unto the earth
Harvesting the shackles of oppression
Fixed upon our arms and legs
She claims it’s for our own good
To protect good ol’ freedom from ourselves
Until we are deemed ready to manage it ourselves
But we know better
These shackles are here to better serve the Yankee soldier
To suck our blood for the Yankee soldier
So she, may thrive.

I'm tired of my conscience not leaving me right
You don't know what I have in mind
It’s something difficult to explain
It’s fiery, ever burning, ardent
I put my fist on my forehead
Because the smoke that rises is never enough.

The U.S. empire thrives on amnesia.
Amnesia of the many wrongs she’s committed
Sweep it under the rug she says
Little does she know
-Or chooses not to know-
All that rubbish she’s swept
Can no longer be contained
The mounds are too big
And are now falling over

WAKE UP AMERICA
YOU CAN’T IGNORE US ANYMORE
WE REFUSE TO BE YOUR
PERSONAL BACKYARD ANYMORE
WE REFUSE TO BE YOUR PERSONAL SLAVES ANYMORE

Our stomachs are empty
Our minds are not
We can’t forget the past you’ve buried
When we live in the remnants of it
Every single day.
Genocide of natives,
Backhand deals behind closed doors,
Oppression of our brothers and sisters.
All but a fraction of what we’ve been dealt.
Moving into a new age of world politics
The rubbish under the carpet comes clean
Now our humble kin come POUNDING ON YOUR FRONT DOOR,
With your bill on hand
We’ve come to cash in the debt which you owe us
Yet you still ignore us
YOU WON’T SAVE US FROM THE SCORCHING HEAT
You call us rapists, criminals, sex traffickers
Good-for-nothing-wetbacks
Drug Lords
Drug lords...

Even if you make us infamous vendors
Of the drug we sow,
You are still our primary consumers

The truth is,
We are here because of necessity.
You’ve enjoyed a plentiful history of pillaging
And now, when the tap’s run dry,
You abandon us.
We are left with poverty-stricken lands
And you abandon us.
We are left with disease and oppression
And you abandon us.
We plead for help, cry out for mercy.
And you abandon us.
Well, we are here on our own accord now.
We are here out of necessity.
And we are done knocking on your front door-
WE COME BURSTING THROUGH THAT STUPID DOOR

This country, which you call your own
Has been built by our hands
By the oppression of our ancestors.
Through time, you've done a myriad actions to our kin
Yet kindness and compensation are yet to be delivered
Regardless, I cry out to all who may listen.
All who may listen to the cries of the anguished
All who may listen to the pleads for reformation
All who may discard their rampant consumerism at the expense of others,
An immense gratitude my aching heart gives out
For those who yet find glee in our despair
A lasting message I leave for you all

We are not going to be swept back under the rug
And if you try to force us under
We will incinerate the bindings by which you keeps us
That, my burning fire,
can guarantee

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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Comments

Bsanc21_

First of all, I just want to thank anyone who may happen to read this. It's a topic of deep relevance in my personal life, and to put myself out there for others to see, is quite a serious action. Second of all, I am aware I may not win this scholarship, but I'm just glad I was able to post my ideas out into the open. Thank you all who may come upon this.

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