Basta Poem by Juan Olivarez

Words matter little,
To the homeless, to the downtrodden,
To the wretched refuse,
That are the streets.
Empty promises, from fat cat politicians,
That have no Idea,
What hunger is,
What living without,
Any sort of medical care is
What sleeping on the pavement is,
With only a cardboard box for a roof,
And old rags and newspapers for blankets.
I feel your pain,
no you don't.
Liars, frauds, degenerate money hungry bastards,
The lot of you.
So much foreign aid,
To countries and peoples that despise us.
why do we take care of the world,
And ignore our own?
But they will take you,
In a limosine to vote,
Then they will pass out,
A few bottles
Of maddog 20/20,
And sit back in their penthouses,
And rake in the big bucks.
We are the ones to blame,
Our political system is broken,
Only the rich politicians get rich.
The poor are everywhere, getting poorer.
Basta, basta, ya.
Enough is enough.
No more promises,
no more iou's,
no more baby kissing,
no more handshakes with the devil.
The sun is still free,
And the air to breath.
For now.

5/12/12 Alton Texas