Oh Caracas How You Suffer

Oh Caracas How You Suffer

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Cans and debris scattered 
Oh Caracas how you suffer 
Dogs people eat garbage 
Poor sell their souls

In their mirrored eyes 
Disease of the West shines 
Glinting image to hypnotize

Dye your hair blonde 
Buy the image of the West
If only Ginsburg's Howl 
Illuminated our emptiness

Where are the poets?
When they're needed most
Beneath hollow skyscrapers 
Shanty covered hills

Sun beats down
The sweat pours out 
Like the blood of Christ
Nailed to a cross

Everywhere, belching fumes 
beeping horns, Shouting Voices
The streets, parks and sidewalks
Smell of rotting death

The sun is oh so bright
It's so hard to see
Material world won't set us free 
Or teach us how to be

We gringos the world's Reapers
Riding with bloody blades into darkness
A seemingly spiritless dark darkness
That makes the young old 

Soon I'll leave you To rot Caracas 
Carry the burden 
What my enlightened civilization's 
Done to you

If tears could purify
if anger could heal
if despair could bring hope 
if and only if

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David Arndt, written in Caracas Venezuela, November 1992, revised November 2nd, 2022

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Artwork - Houses by Carolina Mendez


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