Latinoamérica
Los Muertos de Cristo
Latin America
Blood
and tears,
water the pampas,
voices
crash,
against the walls,
of vengeance.
Hidden
dictatorship,
behind the curtain
of democracy,
peasants
murdered,
by the cannons
of the homeland.
Latin America
rises up,
Latin America doesn't want bread,
Latin America rises,
screaming land and freedom.
Anesthetized
minds,
by the crumbs
from the West,
silencing
all the deaths,
of how many thousands
of innocents.
Man does not live on bread alone,
says the popular saying,
there also exists, don't you remember?,
what they call dignity,
torn apart by the claws,
of the imperial eagle,
torn apart and shredded,
by your passivity.
Latin America rises up,
Latin America doesn't want bread,
Latin America rises,
screaming land and freedom.
