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Que Se Mueran De Sed

written by: Maria J. Estrada



Quieren todo los Turistas
Ojos, pupils glistening, full de colores, naranja y reds
Noses imbued with earthen, chile smells.
“$20 imperialista cash, No pesos!”
Begs the exhausted street vendor whose atoms
Have surpassed eons

If you want agua, pura,
You’ll have to steal from Corona
And so many corporate Rateros

Who suck vida from earth, then bottle their wares

To sell to Turistas, like you
Rateros, who, then, sell filthy-death water at inhumane precios
Like in Mexicali and the Driscoll blueberry fields of Colombia,
Where starving children
Must drink backwash from companies

Quieren todo Los Turistas

Las Corporaciones, too.

Let them die of thirst.

Maria J. Estrada

Maria J. Estrada

Maria J. Estrada has been writing stories in both lenguas since she was six years old. Her fiction and poetry focus on working class issues, primarily about laborers in Arizona. Currently, she lives in Chicago and teaches full-time at Harold Washington College. You can learn more about her writing happenings at Barrio Blues and Other Totally True Stories.
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