haiku no. 416

Plutocrats conclude—

rip out democracy’s roots:

fifty public schools.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 412

The brown-skinned men sweat—

over the hoes and shovels;

elitists’ gardens.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 409

Planting ideas—

wise elders share their visions,

the clock is ticking.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 407

Walking late at night,

towards the hectic avenue—

my fists hardening.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 407, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 407, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 404

On a cool spring night—

under majesty of stone:

Angela Davis.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 404, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 404, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 402

Another warm day:

howling and wailing sirens—

more than usual.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 402, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 402, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 377

As temperatures rise,

teens ramble on city streets—

it’s human instinct.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 377, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 377, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 368

The sound of dissent—

echoes in urban canyons,

permeating walls.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 368, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 368, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 367

Child covers her ears

while car and truck engines rev;

Ashland bus stop blues.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 367, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 367, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 366

Poor kids = cash:

corporate reformers counting…

we’re at a crossroads.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 366, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 366, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

 

 

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