History In My Eyes

Life is but a book
The writer is but a politician
History is repeated
Just like any other book
The difference
Is the writer
The politician behind the pen
The plot is always the same
Sometimes well outlined
Sometimes lazy pillars
Either way
They both collapse 
In the reader’s eyes
Either at the middle
Or the end
But it’s always the same.
I see sickness of the mind
In these troubling times
I’ve seen how people
Get greedy with opportunities
I’ve seen a lousy storyteller
Light the last firework
To incite violence
And distract
The local readers. 

A mere copycat
Trying to rewrite
History’s thorn past.
Lost souls
In flames
In despair
Segregated
Malnourished
Hunger of hatred
Is what he seeks
Filming second-rate movies
For the world to see
Idiocracy at its full. 

And yet
I can’t seem to understand
The ignorant
I still can’t understand
The greedy
Much less
The influence
Of a mere liar. 

Is it sweet
yet stupid whisper?
Is a movie maker
More important
Than a leader?
Is a barricaded coward better
Than peaceful confrontation? 

Wake up America!
Terrorism is within
Is covered in fur
Doesn’t matter the softness
It was still teared from the prey!
Don’t shut your eyes
Don’t cover your ears
Don’t be distracted by lies
Don’t lose yourself in the fog.
Don’t
Please just don’t…

Resilience by Rosalva Ruiz (SuperNova)

I finally understood
What my mom said
Back in the day…

“To be in the light
But with sight in the dark.”

Politics
Is a nasty place to get sick.
While my heart was in a storm
The so called friends
Who I haven’t heard from
Since long ago
Started knocking at my door.
Although with smiles and concerns
They were asking for my kin
The knives on their backs
Were visible enough…

“To leave a good impression”

With a composed face
And a tender smile
I said
“thanks, everything is fine.”
Always cry in the dark
Unless
there is no other choice…

“To save all your contacts”

Hospitals were in full capacity
The ambulance was driving
without destination.
Netting
For a simple bed and a machine
We were in search.
What a simple task
But what a big deal to catch.

“To think ahead, just in case.”
According to the numbers,
It had to be outside our state
the closest
Was to the west.

A call to the ambulance
To state our decision
To the west is our quest.
With extreme precautions.
Also
“We are running out of time”
They said…
We were in despair.

After a few calls
Finally! we have a bed
A machine as well
There was no time to spare.

We were all in different places
Through WhatsApp
We were connected.
Hearing
Even with his short breath
His last words
Were grand…
For us to take care
That exposing himself
For others to stay safe
He would gladly do it again.
For us to not let any dispute
Get between us
To be closer
And live to the fullest
And lastly
That he loves us
And if God wants it
He will follow…
We broke in tears.

While saying he is fine
To the butchers
In our shut doors
We prayed for his recovery
We made promises
To La Virgencita.

Now
It seems funny
How things come in bundles
After eight long days
Of being in dismay
Hanna came to play.
Although the damage was minimal
At my place
Flooded halls
Were at the hospital.
Afraid we were
And the hyenas
Were at full swing
Messages, phone calls
They were driving me insane
Anxiety crept in my heart.

The power was on
And that he was still alive
At least
That we knew
But nothing more…

After the 12th day
We received a message
A hoarse voice
Saying
“Que hubooo? Como andaaan?”
I squeezed my cellphone
And burst in tears of joy.

I thought it was over
I thought that was it
But the wolves were hunting
They wanted their prey.
An ambulance came out
A two hours way
A wreck was on the way…
Another car was on the back
And my kin was finally safe…

This, I also learned
To never forget
Smiling faces
aren’t always friends.

Resilience…
Human kind is bound to be resilient…