Forsaken by the Savior
Poem by Hector Gonzalez

In the midst of revolution, I was born there
There is nothing you could tell me about guerilla warfare
I was born into a land that was plague with war
I know the definition of what it means to be poor
My father told me that before I was born
Dead bodies filled with wholes laid outside his home
Bullets don't discriminate when they penetrate
So why do you do blame me for not believing in your god
You probably never heard of a Salvadorian death squad
The Bible says God will never leave you nor forsake you
But why did he forsake a land named after the savior
A man in crushes told me that a grenade blow off his legs
I bet you never seen a decapitated head
Christian like to call my ancestors pagan
Yet whose to blame for our war, the Mayans or Ronald Reagan
The incarnation of Satan
Robed my peoples land and culture and left us bared naked
I look in their faces
A community was left abandoned by a God who would save them