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  May 2005
volume 3 number 2
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Cristogianni Borsella
May 2005
   

 

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    Cristogianni Borsella is a 25-year-old native of Long Island, New York. He is involved in various multicultural organizations and is deeply committed to anti-racist causes.
    Currently, Cristo is a student at SUNY Empire State College and is pursuing a Bachelor's degree in Historical Studies. In addition to writing poetry and short stories, Cristo also writes academic nonfiction. His first book, soon to be published by Dante University Press, is an academic work entitled The Italian Americans: A History on Their Persecution, Identity and Activism from the Late 19th Century to Today.
    Cristo was recently interviewed by PRIMO (the premiere Italo-American periodical) for his socially conscious poetry. His highest hope is that his writings will positively affect the troubled world around him.

   

 

Jesus of Riverhead

There he is, standing on the corner

of Griffing and Main,

near the store that sells those colorful flags

to colorful people of Mayan and Aztec descent,

the progeny of living gods now working like slaves;

his blue and white flannel shirt sticks to his torso

like a defiant Honduran banner,

one that's losing the battle

but has too many soldiers in the field

to raise the white flag.

There’s still a lot of fight left in this man,

too much of the rugged peasant in him,

fierce in his anger, simple in his ways,

he’ll never give up, never surrender,

he’ll never know defeat, even when he loses big

and everything around him fades into darkness.

The little man will keep coming back,

pure of heart, with dusky face,

his dreams outshining his reality;

there he’ll be picking in Baiting Hollow,

washing cars on 58, thinking of home,

a life serving fate.



Someday things will change for sure

and wealth will come his way,

just maybe his descendants won’t

learn to persecute others, but they probably will.

For now he’ll stand firm,

like a granite shrine to the proletariat,

looking for work on Griffing and Main.

copyright 2005 Cristogianni Borsella