Bring the war home


To those up there who make dangerous decisions for mankind
I say, we say:
We, the homeless, faceless vatos aquellos
in the great American metropolis
little Mexico, little Cambodia, little purgatory
We, the West Bank & Gaza strip of Gringolandia
We, the unemployed, who work so pinche hard
so you don't have to work that much
We, whose taxes send your CEOs & armies
on vacation to the South
We, evicted from your gardens & beaches
We, within your system, without your mercy
We, w/out health or car insurance,
w/out bank accounts & credit cards,
We, the 7th generation; the 4th world
patiently waiting for Ixtaccihuatl to wake up
We, scared shitless at ground level,
but only at ground level
(Shamanic tongues)
I speak, therefore we continue to be together.