Corrupt Chavistas illustration (reportero24.com)‘To Chavistas’ and Other Poetry by John Gao The Society November 28, 2018 Culture, Deconstructing Communism, Poetry 4 Comments To Chavistas You profit off the indignance of the poor just like the imperial loansharks you denounce, you’ve murdered trees and poisoned lakes and swore the water’s safe to drink then gloat to announce: “Capitalist pollution is no more!”— by rubbing on the oil-genie underground who, along with opposition blood and gore, waters your magic tree where free crap grows and tyrants follow like pedophiles at war with hungry children wailing o’er the sound of your loudspeaker saying they eat so much more that toilet paper’s lacking, just like clothes. What had Chavistas prior to candlelights? Real lightbulbs. Real, plush toilet paper. Rights. You took petroleum from its villainy as number-one pollutant of our Earth, the food of war-hawk foreign policy, and you rebranded it, and to all its mirth, as the painkiller to your socialist grope. Congrats! Score one for slaying your sacred cow— Pray this time someone other than the Pope will buy your tilt-at-windmills that somehow Neoliberals, destroyers of everything, drove Venezuela from riches to rags and not your own mass-opiate and your king who turned to loot the fruits of Yankee flags when he went broke (again). Go die in the tome of history. Fidel can haul you home. 2017 Generation Obama Cubans He gutted Wet Foot, Dry Foot right before he left the White House, checking twice to ensure no Cuban so knees-deep she’d wager death to escape the poverty can hold her breath. Funny how, now, he unblocks his donkey ears: cutting the line that chains others for years is only bad when done by folks whose lives were hollowed out like turkey by the knives of his own leftist brethren who struck rich off stone-smooth lies that still, with magic, twitch as lately as twenty-twelve, when more than half of Cuban voters sold their souls for chaff— if they still want their Cuban blood at all. I heard Ring Nine in Hell is quite the maul. John Gao is a 19-year-old native of Miami, Florida, ex-Texan, and twice expat in China, currently completing his BA in English with a concentration in British Literature as part of a seven-year BA/MD program. Related Post ‘Those Who Do Not Remember the Past . . .’ by Ja... I sing of Arthur and Excalibur, The Table Round and fealty professed By knights devoted to a noble quest For what was right and good, and pure. ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 4 Responses C.B. Anderson November 28, 2018 The meter in most of the lines of both poems is very ragged. Exceptions include lines 12 & 13 of the second poem. For some lines, it was possible to make them scan by wrenching normative pronunciation in regard to accented syllables or enforcing drastic elision. Reply John Gao November 28, 2018 Thanks for the feedback! I do make very heavy use of elisions, probably out of my Romance language habits. I also do use a lot more variations on iambic meter to emulate (read: appease) free verse when I write about modern subjects and/or intend that it be read before a popular audience. I can totally understand your critique, though. Reply Joseph S. Salemi November 28, 2018 How interesting that Obama decided to be very strict and unforgiving with refugees from Cuba, in complete contrast to his welcoming sympathy for illegals coming in from other places. Clearly he was motivated by sheer political hatred. Those Cuban refugees were fleeing a Communist state, and were therefore very likely to be strong anti-Communists. Obama, a hypocrite par excellence, certainly didn’t want those kinds of voters to get into the United States. You couldn’t count on them to be unthinking slaves in the Democratic Party’s plantation. Reply C.B. Anderson November 28, 2018 Yikes! It’s the Democrat, not the Democratic, Party. A pox on that house, however one may wish to define or describe it. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.