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MY DARKEST SECRET
By Amparo Jaramillo-Restrepo

Today I put away the US flag
with its thirteen stripes
and its fifty stars.
I didn't do it for lack of love
for a country which embraced me 
in a time of need. I did it out of fear
when I witnessed the insane explosion
of fanatic patriotism and nationalism
eating away our consciences like
a silent worm, blinding our eyes
so we don't see the pathetic look
of innocent people in Afghanistan
while everybody is chanting here:
I am an American, I am an American
I am an American, I am an American!
As if the rest of the world didn't exist.
Yes, today I put away the US flag
the one our soldiers are carrying
while spreading death and destruction
against destitute, starving people
once again, this time in Afganistan.
Does anybody remember
Vietman or Panama?
Who cares if innocent children
are starving in Iraq
and others are losing their eyesight
for lack of vitamins in the Cuban land?
Who cares if we destroy
the Amazon forest and
pollute the Colombian rivers
with deadly pesticides?
Remember: 
We are Americans!
The chosen ones!
Yes, today I put away the US flag
with its thirteen stripes and its fifty stars.
I didn't do it for lack of love but out of fear
for we are using our flag
not as a beacon of justice and peace
but as a symbol of imperialism
and revenge throughout the world .
Granted, a group of evil madmen
brainwashed by hate and fanaticism
destroyed our Twin Towers and
killed thousands of our loved ones.
We'll never forget them.
But if we go around the globe
taking an eye for an eye,
very soon the world will go blind.
Yes, today I put away the US flag,
with its thirteen stripes
and its fifty stars.
I didn't do it for lack of love.
I did it out of fear and despair
because that beautiful flag
has become a Goddess of death,
a symbol of hollow patriotism
which threatens to obscure our minds
to the point that we are ready
to offer our youth on the altar of war
not to attain justice but revenge.
So, this is my darkest secret:
Today I put away the US flag
all blue red and white
with its thirteen stripes
and its fifty stars.
   

  

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