by Azly Rahman
pablo--
you reign supreme amongst comrades, poetry your sword
your heart as well as soul unscatched by a journey
you rose from a pinch of dust
untainted by a economies of scale
you serenade us with songs of young kids worked in chains and
left to debase from a politics of pain
from a politic of mouth that speaks
from heart diseased similar to cold molten crust
pablo--
i do not know what we found, what we saw
in your far-reaching awakened drunkedness
whilst we still called your poetry flawed
oh pablo
i might be a laureate your comrades longed for
nor my poems memorized by those in adore as well as by a rank as well as file silenced
but wait pablo--
let me read we similar to a subtext
let me wash in your passion for folklore
as i lay gravely on a dais outward a brand new york city mall of glitz though violence hidden
as i lay - come hither
let us have tea as well as speak about a revolution
you are a friend of a people
of allende whose for freedom instantly shattered
by round of ammunition spewed from a brilliance of a mislaid souls
of The Pentagon's totem pole
of a crafty siege of copper as well as cattle
and we pablo --
your suggestion rose on top of a ashes
as a wheels of commerce raid geopolitical marshes
am i wrong pablo--
if is say that adore might not conquer all?
in this universe of guns, guts, glory?
where poetry lives in vain as well as shrewd proof set up human amongst us all?
am i not right comrade neruda ---
in saying that a universe is in a hurry
to catapult darwin as well as friedmann to their glory
as well as leave a kid alone -- disfigured by splinters of a universe economy?
oh pablo ---
you have descended from a poetry of love
cane down this earth, praises be unto! you
though wait!
this is not a end of a story of love
the expla! nation u se be constructed anew
and then--- let us finish our cup of tea
and speak about REAL nationalism
as well as strange strategies
as well as of a self in society
as well as of a self in a impetus of history
ah ... let us now speak about this:
who has a gin
as well as who is hungry
oh ... wait a minute is it this:
who has a gun since a kid is hungry
wait again:
who still has a gun as well as a kid is still hungry
or-- they have a guns, guts, as well as glory
as well as how do we arm a kid with poetry as well as philosophy
ahh ... this will have sense pablo--
so that we will now know
how politics is buried underneath metaphysical poppies!
may we rest in peace, comrade ...
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