Dramatic Monologue

My people are strong. Of this, I am certain. I have met all my Latin American brethren.  I have danced with them. However, as I delve deeper into the heart of America, I find a disgusting reality that boils my blood: my brothers and sisters are struggling to survive with the little means they have. I venture into a town where people have given up hope and succumb to the entrepreneurs and upper class who rape our countries and socially enslave the descamisados. I know that there is plenty for everyone. I have seen what vast riches our land has. The fact that any of my brothers have to worry about making ends meet appalls me.  With the abundance in our nations, every man, woman, and child, should have basic needs taken care of. All should have food on the table and a warm bed. No one should have to whore oneself out to the degrading system of business to feed his family. We must join together to work for the good of the people so we can achieve harmony and happiness. I will do whatever I can to help people and see that my dream comes to fruition.


By Joe Marx inspired by Ernesto Guevara