Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No:79: "I get to Die."
dedicato: Michael de Yaonna.
I GET TO DIE, LIKE U... in a jail cell, on a Shoot out NYC BUS, a Civic Parade, in a MOSQUE, a Temple, a yamaka on my head? A Typist on the subway, I was late gettin on the PLANE but the JET went down or poisoned by PROPAGANDA, USA, CHINESE, RUSSIA; one of THESE organs of Government that ENFORCE my distaste of a Stranger, a Stranger I never met; never drank with, Rice Wine, Rice wine, never shot, a Vodka, never drank: a BUD/country AND Western in the backdrop; no culture to share say: YO BRO!? Or sat in the Jungle, Siberia, Manchuria, Minnesota-USA; Nobody had a GUN but JEEZE, Horseman-ship ruled the day? On the Steppes? In Siberia? Pride? WHO PROCLAIMS our ALIEN-ISTA, who makes STRANGERS of WE: we who worry bout food on the table, OUR kids Education and all the TOMORROWS they have a right to enjoy? Are they not JUST!!!?
I GET TO DIE, LIKE U. Who KNOWS another's bunioned mind, the CRUX of social-evolution, the slings & arrows that empowered, create your Hollywood ICONS or your Hitlers & Stalins?...And all the petty thieves.....volunteers-abound!... In-between?
c.2021, davedelacroix, corozal-belize.
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