by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
The President
killed my family
a few years back:
He killed billions
of people, but he
did not kill me.
I was kept alive
to be President.
I’m waiting for a
new heart and new
brain before I can
lead this nation.
I will be the first
Latin President.
The first thing I’ll
do is raise the wages
of the farm workers
and tax the rich.
June 4, 2010
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