Trigo Y Molino
Ali Primera
Wheat and Mill
They've told me that the town
is defenseless
and that it's unarmed
like age against time.
Like a wounded elder
like a breastfeeding child
and history speaks to me
they haven't told me the story.
They've told me that the town
is defenseless
and they ride their sword
like in the Middle Ages.
witch hunters
with modern whips
leaving bruises
on the dignity of the town.
They kill thought
cover the dawn
step on thought
spit on the word.
they talk about freedom
when in reality
there's only tolerance
they traffic with lies
their merchandise is Democracy.
They've told me that the town
is defenseless
like a seagull chick
I swear I've seen it.
like a wounded elder
like a breastfeeding child
like a grain of wheat
alone in front of a mill.
But I believe in your strength
because wheat sprouts
and the day will come, my town
when your children unite
to wash your face
if you're defenseless
it won't be forever.
It won't be forever
when your children unite
to wash your face.
