We have the old hunger, thirst that is not satisfied without failing Yelling before the rain belongs to us, That rain is ours. And we have the earth, and stone And the fire and this fist Tight
enclosing the names and the nameless. We force The Queen eternal throb in the trenches and on the sidewalks, The look
On and ready to discover what is Beyond chimeras And we have beaten back the dog
already blows not hurt but the silence, And we turned sore fingers in our workers, And we have that light in the gut else shines with every lash Marked on our skins ... We are one and we are a hundred, a hundred and we hundred thousand, We turn on the voice, which extends renewed and powerful Wherever a man
repeat "A fight ... to fight without fear, What tyrant ever was a slave, pattern without labor was not ...!"
swept and piled Papers by the wind, a lamppost decapitated and "botched" with duct tape, an entire security detail for the triguereƱos, containers of fullness belching, old furniture piled up as if it were a market, electrical panels available to any child at the foot of sidewalk and a plaza that serves as a warehouse trash and piles of work. The team of our City's socialist government, is unclear, or no eyes to see these violations or have very little shame. Let's see when they begin to earn wages, which have for many years on vacation.