Cura Guerrillero
José de Molina
Guerilla Priest
In present times
There are three currents in the church ranks
The traditionally conservative
Another one pretending to be progressive
But this is just a disguise that hides
Their futuristic opportunism
They know change is coming
And the clergy has always been with the victor
Between these two, I don't know which one is the most dangerous
And finally, the sincere and authentic
The militant and revolutionary
Inheritance of Morelos and Hidalgo
With its contemporary maximum exponent
Father Camilo Torres
He was a priest without a halo
He was a priest without a rosary
He was a priest without a sanctuary
He was a proletarian priest
They took away his cassock
They stole his stole
They took away his sandals
And they took him to the mountains
When he felt naked
Without vows, without a shirt
He dressed in olive green
And officiated with a machine gun
With his finger on the trigger
He said his prayers
He prayed for men
To make revolutions
As he walked alone
He met with farmers
For seeking freedom
They call them agitators
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Now the proletarian priest
Stopped being a miracle worker
He is no longer a mercenary priest
He is now a guerilla priest
With his finger on the trigger
He said his prayers
He prayed for men
To make revolutions
