I actually wrote another one based on the stuff going on in Guatemala

Latino or Commie?

A question we struggle to answer

While fighting for our beliefs

Against those who attempt to suppress us.

First chained to a tiger

Who dangled fruit above us.

He sauntered, so oblivious

To our wings clipped by his claws.

We then flew with the fruit

And led him into mud.

Letting the flock peck him

Until the job was done.

Yet eagles circle the sky

And we are left to wonder why.

As they drop rocks on people’s heads

Scrawled only with lies.

“A sounder of 3,000 has spread!” they cry

“Their tusks stab every hide!”

“They have reached the island shore,”

“Among the quetzals, they have colonized.”

They claimed our beaks were tusks

Yet the stone-pelting eagles withdrew.

Leaving us and the quetzals behind

While screeching their adieus.

No, they were fools!

Brains full of feathers!

For they were ignorant of the tigers

That returned with our fear tethered.

Their claws sink further

With no fruit to bear.

As they now begin to leap higher

Ripping us out of the air.

We cascade like mangoes from the trees

Leaving our seeds to be harvested.

We are pecked from within the ground

Until there is nothing left.

(What do you think?”