El Árbol de La Horca

The wind
Swung it
Oh
What memories
So dark
It was the body
Of my father
Who had
A rope
Around his neck
They had
Hanged him
On Sunday
From the branches
Of that
Cedar
I was barely
10 years old
I let out
My child's cry
The dog
Had been shot
I knew
From his howls
But he dragged
A spur
That belonged
to the killers

Mr. Judge
Does it belong to you
Or perhaps
You forgot
I am
Jesus
Maldonado
Son
Of the one
Who hanged
You can imagine
The reasons
Why I seek him

After
All the laws
They won't
Be able
to save him
If you
Don't want
A fight
On my horse
From the branches
Of that
Cedar
I will
Leave him
Hanged
At the coyote's
Pass
Vega
Very well
Prepared
His children
Are not
Guilty
But that
Is irrelevant
If you
Don't arrive
By 12
Maybe
You won't see them again

Death
Was riding
The facts
Were witnessed
At the coyote's
Pass
This case
Occurred
There
Jesus
Maldonado
To a judge
Of letters
Hanged