Migrant graves

arnoldo garcia

Migrant graves 

The big bang is the grave of the earth.
The earth is the grave of the moon.
The moon is the grave of the oceans.
The oceans are the grave of the beginning.
The beginning is the grave of the word.
The word is the grave of the all our ancestors, including the dinosaurs.
The dinosaurs are the grave of our plumed desires.
Our plumed desires are the grave of our paradise.
Our paradise is the grave of capitalism.
Capitalism is the grave of our imaginations.
Our imaginations are the grave of prisons.
Prisons are the grave of all people.
All people are the grave of our descendants.
Our descendants are the grave of all horizons.
The horizons are the graves of all migrants.
Migrants are the grave of the first gods.
The first gods are the graves of all goddesses.
The goddesses are the graves of all divisions.
All divisions are the graves of stars.
The stars are the graves of all death.
Death is the grave of all illusions.
Illusions are the grave of those who refuse my desires.
My desires are the grave of all martyrs.
Martyrs are the grave of those have stolen our lands.
Our lands are the grave of all invaders, empires, armies and power....
The invaders smile over us
The empires stalk our lands
The armies piss on our dead
And power?
No one has power except the earth, grave of the big bang

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