Augustine Tagaste

Author of Poetry and Prose

Our American Comic Tragedy

Throughout our history, the best leaders have always been the ones who lead through service and are clear communicators. Unfortunately, our country today has a President and a Congress that … Continue reading

May 12, 2017 · Leave a comment

Us Almost People

Your only concern Us Latin people Is trying to learn If we are illegal   Always second class Permanent exclusion Neglect and harass Stirring confusion   Less than human Seen … Continue reading

March 11, 2017 · Leave a comment

The Lesson Learned

Sisters hear Need you near Brothers hear Challenge fear   I am you You are me Together true Ourselves free   Us they force Pushing apart Lies they resort Stabbing … Continue reading

March 8, 2017 · Leave a comment

Once A Dream

Once a dream Sweet equality Never been This reality   White and black Yellow and brown Red came back Colors abound   Men and women Gay and straight Recognition given … Continue reading

February 24, 2017 · Leave a comment

A Mindful Resistance

Ignorance chosen Better the lies Thoughts frozen The truth denied   Dying democracy Society implodes New autocracy Leaders condone   Education stifled Progress in delay Thought a trifle Servants obey … Continue reading

February 18, 2017 · Leave a comment

Our Promise Unfulfilled

Each their story Together make one Outside category Fading colors run   Segregated past Moving forward No more caste Progress a reward   Struggle not over Success yet achieved A … Continue reading

February 9, 2017 · Leave a comment

True Love’s Warning

My noble queen Your servant I am A majesty seen By humble man   One of many All bow to you Firm and steady You we choose   Tyrants will … Continue reading

February 8, 2017 · Leave a comment

Dear Country Mine

More than black Beyond white Rainbow blast All colors bright   Wide human range Of every variety None deemed strange Loving mixed society   Our global promise All welcome here … Continue reading

February 4, 2017 · Leave a comment

Peter is Pedro

I speak Spanish A shade of brown Somewhat whitish Mind still sound   Sometimes I pass At times the other Permanent underclass Latino undercover   Behind blue eyes Caribbean spirit … Continue reading

February 4, 2017 · Leave a comment