chilaquiles and me on a saturday morning
red sauce
toasted chips
scrambled eggs
spring all around
a boy and girl catch the light
their voices happy
her colors coordinated and bright
i have the urge to say to them:
war and death of hope, shame of lost faith,
betrayal of love, abandonment of duty,
smiles dead when they fled your face
leaders convicted of mutiny
i leave and think no
let them have their spring
that hope of youth grew
that spring i never knew
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