1953

1953

A poem by Phinn Gonzalez.

1953

We are the oppressed

The ones who have no choice

No longer

He is a tyrant

Rebels die until they are

No more

1959

We are the takers

We will remain idle

No longer

He is our savior

Our suffering fades until it becomes

No more

Late 20th century

We are happy

Whatever happens is for the common good

He takes what we made

He will make more

Soon we will be troubled

No longer

Our safety will be in danger

No more

Just give us time to adjust

Now

We are the deserters

He plundered what we had until there was nothing

No longer

We trusted him with our lives

Now we are fed lies until our truths are

No more

No longer true

No longer safe

No longer hopeful

We are no more.