For the Forgotten

For the Forgotten

1.

for the millions across history

and for their migrant bones

across the world refugees

hold the rose of bright hope

into generations past ahead

into our memory connection

we must honor to understand

 

long lonely nights and days

 

exhausted on the road wearing

all weather black goggles Tlaloc

the rain spirit created sweet water

melons of our culture near flowing

River Water crossing our landscape

 

in the painting

I left one small block without color

 

cause only the creation is perfect

it changes at will if you disturb it

will react it is called self defense

 

police brutality

military madness 

war against the poor

the unemployed

the homeless

women & 

people of color

 

Creation will move on

 

its own special way

when aroused will defend

Itself abandon the system

to its own chaos

 

 

2.

hey blood

I’m is a hood

that is why the cops

say I am no damn good

said I’m against their civilization

cause I grew up in the projects

                     cause I cannot play golf

                                I laugh it off

                      I am a vato te mato

                      scratch one hole in one

 see I know the lingo quidado te chingo                  

 

 signed, the mongoose

 master of mayhem

 

 

                                            Aztatl 2015

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