| Lyrics: | Wealthy vampires
With the cold hands of executioners
Execute
Executive
decisions
Determined to destroy
What 1 million women, children, and men
1910 died,
drowning in the rage of battle.
Mothers, half naked
Infants clutching thier
necks
Running frantically
Tripping over the bodies of their sons
Teeth
gnashing
Swinging machete
Spitting blood and mud, and screaming:
Land, and
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
children's stomachs swell and burst
The freedom to starve and die
Without land or
liberty
But Ramona, with eyes of obsidian
Peering through her blood and sweat drenched
mask
Darding, unseen
Changing direction with the swiftness of a bird
Through the
shanty's of the canyon
With every coyote, every insect, every phylum of life
Urging her,
propelling her forward.
The leaves and branches of the forest
Part for miles, clearing her
path
The voices and screams of the dead beneathe her feet
Echo in the deepest chasm of her
soul
Hurling her, toward the city
History surging through her veins
Pulsing through
her fingers
Hurling her, towards the city
She caresses her trigger
And the words of
magome fulfil her being
And with each shot she fires, she affirms her movement
Enough!
Enough!
No!
I will see my own blood flow
Before you take my land...or my liberty |
