Do not tell me stories from the Jewish Bible.

Tell me stories from the Maya Bible.

Tell me how wonderfully they were doing

scrutinizing the stars, while the Jewish people

were laboring, with stooped backs tilting the land of Egypt.

Tell me about their advances in Astronomy, Medicine.

Surgical procedures. Poetry. The magic of their cooking.

How much they loved The Arts. Painting. Drawing.

Tell me about their beautiful gardens. The beauty of their women.

The laughter of their children roaming through the grass

and swimming in the rivers. Their wonderful time eating

pitayas…watermelons…while their laughter muted the

thunderstorm…

Tell me about that. That was beautiful.

Do not want to hear about a poor man who was crucified…

because of me…? Isn’t that ridiculous? As far as I know…

not one of my relatives was ever convicted for the procurement

of some poor soul to be crucified. Sweet Jesus! ( Jesus is my buddy ).

So, those Jewish people keep edging the Palestinian people to the sea.

What! Yes. They say they are “The Chosen Ones.”

Chosen ones my ass!

Mother fuckers! I see on those videos on line how they abuse

children, the elderly. By their brutal Occupation.

Porqué si su Dios es tan buenísimo…porque no arregla la

situación el cabrón…? Puro cuento.

Y ahí me tienen como menso…yendo a la parroquia cada domingo.

A escuchar las mismas bobadas del “ sacerdote”.

– Ay, tienen que portarse bien. Y no pensar en la mujer del vecino.

– Hijo, pero si como no! Está buenísima…tiene el trasero de una

manzana gigantesca…y dos tetas más altas que el Popo…!

– Que querrías que hiciera…que me arrancase los ojos…?

– Tu eres el que está mal de la cabeza. Necesitas una novia.

Por favor. No me digan cuentos de La Biblia Judía.

Yo soy Mexicano. Mi Dios es el Sol.

Gracias.

Ernesto Onofre