Sunday, December 30, 2012


Broken Windmills

By Roberto Lavidez

Solidarity has become
A matter of the past
Quixote used to tilt
Against imperialistic
Windmills
Appetite for ideals
Was insatiable
Once Vast and
Fiercely burning love
Imbued with a sense
Of energy
Are conjured up by
All that is threatening
And inscrutable
Cultural nobodies
Contemptible yahoos
Unable to shake off
Sluggishness
Scramble into
The open air
Tumble to the
Basement of society
No one dares to
Grab an empty throne
Lofty castles used to
Reflect something of
A hysterical response
Quickly disappear
Into the rainstorm
Consolidation of power
Refuses to labor
And generate even a
Fragile embryo
Shutters all eyes
Into complacency
Bewildering to the point
Of existential anguish
Souls cast into
Eternal torment
Lose their desire
To budge a sleeping giant
Would soak the earth
With wasted tears
Their lack of couth
Unable to send flowers
Unable to spill blood

©robertolavidez2012




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