Paparazzi

I am tired of the paparazzi
infesting my neighborhood,
like leeches and vampires,
they're out to suck the blood,
from skid row denizens
who've done nothing wrong,
these paparazzi dressed in blue
sometimes fifty strong
have been issued gestapo license
to intimidate and demean,
it's time we come together
and confront this harsh regime.

Everywhere I look and turn,
they're gawking in my face,
undercover Klansman
strategically in place
on the streets of skid row
to sprout their racist seeds ,
basturds of a brotherhood
doing dirty deeds.
They swagger up and down the streets,
armed with club and gun,
their victims are the powerless,
and by some rule of thumb,
they think they are laws Elite
dealing with gutter scum.

I, for one have witnessed,
this paparazzi crew,
violate the civil and human rights
of a defenseless few
for merely shaking hands
or assembling with a friend
to exchange a pleasantry
or to some other end.

This paparazzi in blue attire
with unchecked authority
force people to the curb and wall
and taz their dignity.
I'm tired of the paparazzi ,
tracking where ever I go,
dogging my every move
because I'm on skid row.
I'm a law-abiding citizen,
and deserving of respect
instead of being mistreated
like a societal reject.
It's time we come together;
end this nightmarish dream,
raise our voice in protest
against this foul regime,
stand up and fight for freedom,
end the quasi-occupation,
and let the powers know
skid row's not the new plantation;
let this paparazzi bunch
know they're pinching our last nerve,
with unconstitutional arrest,
when their job is to protect and serve.

Margarida Yurico

Now, Margarida Yurico,
Inwardly, outwardly,
Never again to chase abstract shadows
Of Life's illusive shadows -
We friends and kin
Are deeply saddened
By your sudden premature departure,
Yet awed and keenly captured
In the ken that you remain
A total presence,
An entity merged in synchronized
Rhythms embellishing celestial choirs.

Now, Margarida Yurico,
Your melodious voice
Cuddles snugly in comforting nuances
Of gentle, playful winds -
Vibrantly alive, your Spirit
Integrates universally
With sun rays and moonbeams.

Your eyes once curtailed
By definable limits
Are become luminous lights
Penetrating boundless space and time ...
Now, Margarida Yurico,
This is your supreme hour
To laugh and dance again,
Sing and play in the welcoming forest
Of immortality...

Watch over us,
Intercede on our behalf
With God and saints
Until that day we reunite.