Poetry by Alex Negron

Forever Young
By Alex Negron

The fate of our joyous future is
Encapsulated,
Marching to different drumbeats is
A collective of world leaders,
Cancer healers,
And Harmonica Uniters

They will lead us to a place
Where based barriers are erased
And hoodies never get shot at
But embraced.

The smiles of the innocent are
Forever Young –
Still frozen in Hope’s Eternal Spring
Framed perfectly,
Leaving us with the imagination
Of a world where freedom does
Truly ring.

The Ancestors Still Speak
By Alex Negron

From continent to continent
The congas still echo
Traveling the oceans in waves
The voices of the ancient are carried
By the brass winds

Cultures are swept away by Portuguese
Hurricanes
Blood spilled in the fields of sugar
Cane,
And enslaved by the musket’s blaze;
Its vast riches can now be found deep within out mestizo
Grasp.

Garbed with the Master’s speech
The heart dance to the
Rhythms of the liberation beats
And just behind the waterfalls
Giftwrapped in banana leaves
Is the wisdom we receive
When our ancestors speak…

Life has biddened me
To eat what’s in front of me
This rotten tree drenches me with
It’s bloody leaves
While I spit out its bitter seeds
Rightfully so –
This is the strangest fruit.
It entered the bloodstream fresh
But each spoiled bite tastes like soot
And it seeths my wretched flesh.

When The Concrete Speaks
By Alex Negron

Shhhh, did you hear that?
Listen closely, there it does again.
That sound makes the noise of a
Thirsty beast.
And you can only hear it when
The concrete speaks.
The concrete speaks of these
Cruel and hardcore streets.
This wretched beast has no
Consciousness.
It just devours souls in rage and
Violence.
One day you will be able to unveil
The voice of these evil streets
And you will see that it is the voice
Of the Devil´s Advocacy
Play if you will
Roll the dice, but always remember
On the devil´s table
The dice always land on the
Snake´s eyes.
Many cry and beg for that
Sound to cease,
But that sound will not cease
Until the Hellish Beast is put on his
Thousand year leash.
My advice to you is to never have
A seat
Keep your hands away from that
Furnace heat.
Neither enjoy those foolish treats –
Because it just might be you in the

Next edition of The Concrete Speaks…

Blood, Sweat and Tears
By Alex Negron

Blood, sweat and tears
Constant heckling and nasty jeers.
Wrongfully convicted by a jury of
His peers.
When he gave up the ghost –
A soldier blatantly chose
To pierce his side with a spear.
That´s the same pain I felt when
The judge handed me fifty years –
Blood, sweat and tears…

Erased