Desahucio

The rope keeps breaking at the thinnest point.
It's unnecessary to preach that this is destiny.
It seems that not having money is a crime.
That injustice is worth more than 'Oh, blessed!'

The poor wanted a place to live, and to start
their recovery from there. They knew their stay
was illegal, but without money, there was no other solution.

Everyone talked about their eviction. Justice
turned into a murderer, cutting short the humble life
of a woman: wrongly applied law ceases to be law.

They didn't act in the name of understanding. There were
no explanations, no feelings. Wearing uniforms
of order and process, a firing squad arrived.

Innocent blood covered us in mourning. The cries of
death awakened a town.
Riddled body, what lesson do you hold: for the poor,
the sky: for the rich, the earth!

She doesn't ask for pity, just your respect, that's all!
We all have the right to live with dignity.
She doesn't ask for privileges, nor does she ask for charity.
This must be clear: without justice, there will be no peace.

If this land is for everyone, don't suffocate it with wire.
To live better, don't let others die of hunger.
Without demagogy or ideology, let the poor enter
the economy. The homeland is not an estate that can be
mortgaged. If it's true that Christ is coming, better run,
Camará!