Liberals love them—then they don’t.
And live to help them (till they won’t).
Neighbors fresh from Guatemala;
Salvador or Nicaragua…
Fleeing failed drug-plantations
U.S-sponsored situations;
Where corruption harvests fruits,
Doling out the business suits.
United Fruit Co. on the skids
Allen Dulles’ bastard kids . . .
For Arbenz overthrown, and worse
Our wicked past has caused this curse:
The training/arming of their thugs
Snorting about a War on Drugs…
Inform yourself on how this started
You, so smugly openhearted:
Aid diversity’s expansion—
House them in your sumptuous mansion.
Not to cut your grass, or build
but more to get their dream fulfilled
Since Allen Dulles owns the guilt
Destroying when we should have built
And sending troops to bananeros,
Lauding them as valiant heroes
For repressing Mayan peasants.
Help them now unwrap their presents.

Verse longs to fly with the tropical birds
Copulative verbs mate, airborne, with words.

Love’s grammar structure brings conjugal bliss
(Language is satisfied with one long kiss . . . )

Lyric conception makes pregnant pauses
Subject pronouns seek indirect clauses.

Speaking in tongues; and without all pretense—
In the Present: perfect (and Future tense).