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Ode to the
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by Irving Pineda
Your pedestal is high
Yet you reach from the bottom of the shelf for words to express the hate you profess to be candor.
Truth may very well be entangled with your views of society
But I
Will not
Bow down to pick up the ladle for your kool-aid bowl.
Your special brand of martyrdom
Does not
And will not
Eradicate the problems you had once set out to solve.
The lists you create
Of accomplishments and sacrifices you make
Your soul, it does not venerate
The meritocracy you’re feeding, has us all kneeling.
Hubris is your name
And finger pointing is your game.
Brother, sister, lover, old friend, I too know your pain
I love you
And therein lies a conundrum
For you love no longer.
Hate is what you actively perpetuate.
You have not
And want, justice.
But when you set out to obtain
And your only motivation is to gain
You lose
Sight and integrity.
You've become a corporation hell-bent on receiving a bail out.
You've become a UC regent increasing student fees and your salary.
You've become the senator who voted down the DREAM Act
Demanding your own brand of legislative flourishes
All the while shouting that you'll never be transparent.
Jade colors your delusions.
To fruition our movement will come, when love outshines--
Step down, move aside, and let it break through.
