This fiery indictment by Pedro Casaldaliga is modeled after Ode to
Roosevelt by Nicaraguan poet Reuben
Dario. It is painful and eye opening to understand how this country is seen by those who have been on the receiving end of our "freedom fighters." Five billion in aid and over seventy thousand deaths to El Salvador alone in the Reagan/Bush era.
ODE TO REAGAN
You are being excommunicated by me and the poets, the children, the poor of the land:
We’ve got to see the world in human terms.
Don’t play Nero.
This isn’t a movie, you screen monkey.
You’re the leader of a great nation!
(I’ll tell your people to clean off forever the shit your cowboy boots have tracked over your flag.
And I’ll tell them, when they vote, to realize they may be selling a lot of blood and their own honor!)
You may have inebriated the world with Coca Cola, but there is still someone lucid enough to tell you “No!”
The profits and power of your weapons cannot be valued above the feverish wail of a little black child.
Empires no longer suit the race of human beings.
Listen Reagan,” the sun rises as sun for everyone and the same God rains over every life god has invited to the celebration.
No people is greatest.
Take care of your own back yard.
Rachel has found you out Herod, and you will have to answer for her desolation.
Sandino’s star is waiting for you in the hills and in the volcano a single heart awakes: like a sea of indignation, little girl
smash your aggression.
The blood of martyrs sustains our arms and becomes a song and fountain in our mouths. You have never seen the hills, Reagan, nor have you heard in their birds the voice of the voiceless. You know nothing of life and song means nothing to you.
Don’t come to us with hypocritical morality, you mass murderer, you’re aborting a whole people and their revolution!
The lie you pass off to the world (and to the pope) is the worst drug. You are showing Freedom (in an exclusive screening) while you block the way to Liberation.
States is powerful and mighty.” All right!
“In God… we Trust.” You may think you’re the owners, you may think you have
everything, even god, your god- the bloodstained idol of your dollars, the
mechanical Moloch- but you don’t have the God of Jesus Christ, the Humanity of
God! I swear by the blood of His Son, killed by another empire, and I swear by
the blood of Latin America-now ready to give
birth to new tomorrows- that you will be