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Pablo Neruda - The United Fruit Co.
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When the trumpet sounded, it was 
all prepared on the earth, 
the Jehovah parcelled out the earth 
to Coca Cola, Inc., Anaconda, 
Ford Motors, and other entities: 
The Fruit Company, Inc. 
reserved for itself the most succulent, 
the central coast of my own land, 
the delicate waist of America. 
It rechristened its territories 
as the ’Banana Republics’ 
and over the sleeping dead, 
over the restless heroes 
who brought about the greatness, the liberty and the flags, 
it established the comic opera: 
abolished the independencies, 
presented crowns of Caesar, 
unsheathed envy, attracted 
the dictatorship of the flies, 
Trujillo flies, Tacho flies, 
Carias flies, Martines flies, 
Ubico flies, damp flies 
of modest blood and marmalade, 
drunken flies who zoom 
over the ordinary graves, 
circus flies, wise flies 
well trained in tyranny.

Among the blood-thirsty flies 
the Fruit Company lands its ships, 
taking off the coffee and the fruit; 
the treasure of our submerged 
territories flow as though 
on plates into the ships.

Meanwhile Indians are falling 
into the sugared chasms 
of the harbours, wrapped 
for burials in the mist of the dawn: 
a body rolls, a thing 
that has no name, a fallen cipher, 
a cluster of the dead fruit 
thrown down on the dump.
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