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Friday, April 4, 2025

Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Like Garbage 


Yesterday was another 

filthy day. You could say

it was like garbage day.


Anything worthwhile 

was discarded or left to

rot with a stroke of a pen.


The man in charge fired

a man who voted for him

and a woman who voted for him as well; 

they became like garbage too.




Nothing to See Here


Nothing to see here.

The trees have been cleared away

for limitless greed.

No birds in their nests.

No pine cones where they used to be.

It was built to park cars.

Day and night cars would come in and out.

Death to the trees I call this place.

It all seems so final.

There is no hiding from progress.

A fucking parking lot.

A street heavy with traffic.

It took many hands and heavy machinery 

to clear out all the trees.




Earth and Sky


Earth and sky

without war

how I would like to see that.

Tell the warmongers you are not available.

Tell them it is not your nature

to allow your dark side out.

Tell them their war “is not for me.”

Your ancestors know the war well.

Do not let them drag you out to kill.

There is nothing to be won.

Become like the stone

and sit still.

Stay away from the sea

and the dangers of warships.

The sea is for fishing, surfing, and seeing.

Do not let weak minds take you to war.

Let earth and sky be at peace.


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