okay, mi amigo Cisco,
into the damned ramparts
we do dutifully go,
this One,
for all the prattle,
is the battle
that must be won;

citizens all,
arise to the call,
to denounce unjust
and come to the town square,
please be out there,
and show your humanity
at its best;

God of the sky,
we pray that You
show Your thunder,
and rent deep
all those who would
plunder simple souls
seeking freedom;

cast Your eye
on those who seek
to profit from the labor
of those who merely
seek to survive,
keep them in Your palm,
keep their dreams alive;

take the money-grubbing
demons to task in their own
season, and let tradition
lay down before reason,
and give them no quarter
for their treason, let them lie
in great pools of their
selfish, greedy fascination,
but do not let them take down
a nation, borne of freedom
and brotherhood, and of choice,
and of voice, understood then,
as now,
to be the expression of a free
people's vow:
do not tread on me.

April 25, 2010, por la raza!

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