--no me pongas en lo oscuro a morir J.M. Simple Verse
Apostle, I see your palmtree right near
which walked a million miles to appear
as though it were planted by, Say, a Seed!
When the Truth is you, my Prophet-Seer,
who fought for an Island that Betrayed Verse
Though there be Education what of Art?
Confess, Master, your Martyrdom Failed
For you never wanted its Albatross
Sated, your Anxious self- Centered Ideal
It has Nowhere to Fly to or Nestle
What did your Independence do for Me?
It is no Poet who writes the Sonnet
For what once was a Given is Destroyed
burnt the white rose of July for Nothing
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