Wealthy vampires With the cold hands of executioners Execute Executive decisions Determined to destroy What 1 million womenchildrenand men 1910 Dieddrowning in the rage of battle. Mothershalf naked Infants clutching thier necks Running frantically Tripping over the bodies of their sons Teeth gnashing Swinging machete Spitting blood and mudand screaming: Landand liberty! Were erased. Buried and burned Along with the memory of the dead Along with the ejido. With the smooth stroke of a pen And with the ghost of nixon present in their eyes They smiled. And pronounced the omnipitence Of the free market The profits of profit Extending the scurge of columbus and pizarro The freedom to buy things you can never afford The freedom for indians to buy corn that once flourished overgrown in their backyards The freedom to die of curable disease The freedom to watch their childrenв's stomachs swell and burst The freedom to starve and die Without land Or liberty But ramonawith eyes of obsidian Peering through her blood and sweat drenched mask Dardingunseen Changing direction with the swiftness of a bird Through the shantyв's of the canyon With every coyoteevery insectevery phylum of life Urging herpropelling her forward. The leaves and branches of the forest Part for milesclearing her path The voices and screams of the dead beneathe her feet Echo in the deepest chasm of her soul Hurling hertoward the city History surging through her veins Pulsing through her fingers Hurling hertowards the city She caresses her trigger And the words of magome fulfil her being And with each shot she firesshe affirms her movement Saying: Enough! enough! No! I will see my own blood flow Before you take my land...or my liberty
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