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When the trumpet sounded, it was
quite prepared in the ground,
and Jehovah distributed the world
to Coca-Cola Inc., Anaconda,
Ford Motors, and other entities:
the Fruit Company Inc.
saved itself the juiciest thing,
the central coast of my ground,
the sweet waist of America.

It baptized again his grounds
as " Republics Bananas, "
and on the asleep dead men,
on the anxious heroes
who conquered the nobility,
the freedom and the flags,
established the comic opera:
it alienated the wills
gave crowns of César,
it exposed the envy, attracted
the dictadora of the flies,
flies Trujillos, flies Tachos,
flies You Cause to decay, flies Martínez,
flies I Am located, humid flies
of humble blood and jam,
drunk flies that buzz
on the popular graves,
flies of circus, wise flies
dealt with tyranny.

Between the bloodthirsty flies
the Fruit bowl lands,
devastating the coffee and the fruits, in his ships
that slid as salvers the treasure
of our submerged grounds.

Meanwhile, for the sugary abysses
of the ports,
there were falling down Indians
buried in the steam of the morning:
a body rolls, a thing
without name, a fallen number,
a bunch of dead fruit
spilt in the pudridero.
- Pablo Neruda, " United Fruit Co. "

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When he sounded the trompeta, he was
everything prepared in the Earth,
and Jehovah distributed the world
to Inc. Coca-Cola, Anaconda,
Ford Motors, and other organizations:
the Inc. Fruit Company
was reserved most substantial,
the central coast of my earth,
the sweet waist of America.

It again baptized his earth
like "Bananas Republics,"
and on sleepy deads,
the anxious heroes
who conquered the greatness,
the freedom and the flags,
established the opera joke:
it alienated the wills
it gave crowns of Caesar,
it pulled out of a scabbard it envies it, it attracted
the dictator of the flies,
Trujillos flies, flies Tins,
Carías flies, flies Martinez,
flies I locate, humid flies
of humble blood and drunk jam,
flies that hum
on the popular tombs,
flies of circus, wise people flies
understood in tyranny.

Between the bloodthirsty flies
the Fruit one disembarks,
devastating the coffee and the fruits,
in its boats that slid
like trays the treasure
of our submerged earth.

Meanwhile, by the sweetened abysses
of the ports,
they fell in the morning Indian
buried in the steam:
a body rolls, a thing
without name, a fallen number,
a cluster of spilled dead fruit
in the pudridero.

- Pablo Neruda, "The United Fruit Co."

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Originally written by Doctor Wu:

I know I'm the last person who should be posting in this thread, but I have to remark on Dacovind's signature. It is funny as hell.

(Of course, that's because I am an awful person with his mind in the gutter.)

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