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Que Se Mueran De Sed

written by: Maria J. Estrada

@drmariajestrada

 

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
But--

Turistas,
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 grew up in the desert outside of Yuma, Arizona, in a barrio comprised of new Mexican immigrants and first-generation Chicanos. She has published poetry, fiction, and essays in Overthrowing Capitalism: Volume 6, One Surviving Poem, Poetica, Tempest, Blaze, Spillwords Press, Dastaan World Magazine, and The Inner Circle Writers’ Magazine. She lives in Chicago, IL. You can learn more about her other books and writing happenings at her website: Barrio Blues and Other Totally True Stories.
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