Third World Democracy Poem by RIC BASTASA

that little brown boy which picks
your tennis ball
has grown up to become the
court judge of the town

that son of the dried fish vendor
who always borrowed money from your mama
and didn't pay
has become the undersecretary of Finance

that littly sissy who plays well
the rock-a-bye-baby game in school
has become the brigidaire general of the
4th infantry division of this island

that woman who always goes to church
everyday and cross-stitches the whole day
in their house
has become a spinster
and every night she goes surfing in the internet
at the facebook or friendster
still dreaming about the white man
his prince charming to take her away
from this
malfunctioning democracy