I Am los Sandinistas
el soldado
born of Zapatas's guns
the rebel.
I am the Zapatistas killed by his own countrymen.
In a time
where industrial nations,
flourish
I struggle,I cry tears the oppressed
I starve, my stomach twists in the unbearable pain of poverty.
but, I resist with
words and bullets
with passionate cries of !revolucion!
explosions of hot balls of lead
I Am the verbalization
of gritos de dolores
mi padre es, Padre Hildago
I was executed along side him
my body stripped and mutilated
our heads severd
rotting on the same ground
that Crazy horse fought and died
I Am Sitting bull
I Am Nat Turner
I Am every BLACK,BROWN,and YELLOW man
slaughters by pigs
I am every child that was,
left behind
I am every BLACK,BROWN,and YELLOW woman
that was neglected,
forgotten, and mistreated
I Am every drug addict
that was given
NO HOPE
and yet endured
I Am every BLACK BROWN,and YELLOW
man women and child that had,
NO VOICE
I AM the voice of,
500 years of,
OPPRESSION
REPRESSION
DEPRESSION
HUNGER
PAIN
and I WILL use this VOICE
I WILL speak
I WILL shout
I WILL raise my bloodied BROWN fist
my blood and tears mix into what you can call Agony
but,
I WAS Resistance
I AM Resistance
and I will be Resistance