Poetry and every aspect of creative writing lends itself to speaking against the social order.
The following is a poem by Estefanía Rengifo Palomino that reflects on poverty, injustice, and the beauty that remains amidst chaos.
Your neighbor’s poverty is a fish in a sea of evils
in a city that rises early, misfortune turns fluorescent
eyelids close, the world’s wound is opened.
Drunks and children sleep on the same floor
mothers and the feral perish in the jungle of despair
as you walk by their tragic path.
Tears spring as C, D, E from your guitar.
Look at that five-year-old
with twice a lifetime of sorrow
he ignores while he’s content to play with cardboard and discarded toys.
Fortune is no company, neither does it exist,
those are destinies and whims of the rich,
Kindness is lost in favor of the sense of security
they’ve been tamed with golden whips
as they search for valued paper that’s infected.
Music bleeds as you sing.
You unwittingly take it all in
your beauty echoes through the fragrant streets.
The melody dissolves in the wind
trash flies by.
Your song is uncanny
it reaches the child you left a street behind.
He hums as he picks up trash with the steady choir of roosters,
the world’s open sore is harsh and dramatic.