haiku no. 416

Plutocrats conclude—

rip out democracy’s roots:

fifty public schools.

~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. 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. 389

Just past mid-April—

sad news occupy my mind…

I need May’s flowers.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 380

Boys fidget and pace—

‘round makeshift memorial;

spring rains wash the blood.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 380, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 380, 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

 

 

haiku no. 364

Schools of the poor closed:

Rahm and his school board cronies—

a new apartheid.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 364, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 364, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

 

 

 

 

haiku no. 358

Two boys guilty of

raping an underage girl,

where were the adults?

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 354

The papal conclave

burns ballots to create smoke…

in twenty thirteen.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 332

The middle school boys

just want to draw skulls and death,

I’m too old for this.

~Guillermo Delgado
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