"The Grand Canyon State Welcomes You"
...hmm- really, does it now?
Unless- I'm Guatemalan,
from Mexico, Ecuador
El Salvador, my accent's thick
or my skin is brown...
don't you know it's illegal,
to breathe while Latino?
As Montezuma once ruled,
we tricked him- we'll trick you
give you a blanket, filled
with the smallest of pox
Apache, Mohave and Cochise lost
so now you must pay penance
the foolish trust of natives
yet we, the invaders witchhunt
the same plains which were your
own home first
FOX News- tells you everything other
than fact, extract
what's said by their mocking laugh
and what you're left with is an artifact
Confederate lies, 'don't tread on me'
It's time we dump this
putrid tea
in some harbor, just as fore-fathers
back in Boston
Fuck their rhetoric, rehearsed cadence
performance from Sarah Palin
"I think the media's making this more
than it needs to be..."
but split-tongued, slithering
serpent-tailed slut,
aren't we due our civil liberty
don't you know it's illegal,
to breathe while Latino?
Another Dachau or Warsaw
can we call Jan Brewer
some new-form of an Eva Braun
is a fuhrer or
Adolf not much further along...
with no rights, Mein Kampf
gone wrong
"Do you have your papers?"
sounds familiar, huh?
The welcoming, gorgeous green-gold
Sandal-toed woman once did plea:
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me"
yet this now copper-corroded,
segregating statue, a false decree-
slamming shut a once open-door policy
don't you know it's illegal,
to breathe while Latino?
The story of Cara-Ciela:
'I took Lupo to a park,
that plastique one- just out front
this cowboy-hatted man
he came out,
chased me and barked-
"Hey wetback fence jumper, you better
have papers for your little bean tart..."
Does he even know, I was
born here- and watched this baby
of mine grow, a 'pepe' to him,
yet could his ego even fathom
or face that this land's ingrained in my veins?
'Seek four letters spelling justice-
'V-E-T-O'
Because even in duned heat
a tantra can be planted
in an arid Sahara, just ask Ms. Cara
we can't accept
a shattered system which
won't let our seeds grow
don't you know it's illegal,
to breathe while Latino?
Aliens not welcome
in the Desert Democracy
Welcome to Arizona,
sorry- No Vacancy.
...hmm- really, does it now?
Unless- I'm Guatemalan,
from Mexico, Ecuador
El Salvador, my accent's thick
or my skin is brown...
don't you know it's illegal,
to breathe while Latino?
As Montezuma once ruled,
we tricked him- we'll trick you
give you a blanket, filled
with the smallest of pox
Apache, Mohave and Cochise lost
so now you must pay penance
the foolish trust of natives
yet we, the invaders witchhunt
the same plains which were your
own home first
FOX News- tells you everything other
than fact, extract
what's said by their mocking laugh
and what you're left with is an artifact
Confederate lies, 'don't tread on me'
It's time we dump this
putrid tea
in some harbor, just as fore-fathers
back in Boston
Fuck their rhetoric, rehearsed cadence
performance from Sarah Palin
"I think the media's making this more
than it needs to be..."
but split-tongued, slithering
serpent-tailed slut,
aren't we due our civil liberty
don't you know it's illegal,
to breathe while Latino?
Another Dachau or Warsaw
can we call Jan Brewer
some new-form of an Eva Braun
is a fuhrer or
Adolf not much further along...
with no rights, Mein Kampf
gone wrong
"Do you have your papers?"
sounds familiar, huh?
The welcoming, gorgeous green-gold
Sandal-toed woman once did plea:
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me"
yet this now copper-corroded,
segregating statue, a false decree-
slamming shut a once open-door policy
don't you know it's illegal,
to breathe while Latino?
The story of Cara-Ciela:
'I took Lupo to a park,
that plastique one- just out front
this cowboy-hatted man
he came out,
chased me and barked-
"Hey wetback fence jumper, you better
have papers for your little bean tart..."
Does he even know, I was
born here- and watched this baby
of mine grow, a 'pepe' to him,
yet could his ego even fathom
or face that this land's ingrained in my veins?
'Seek four letters spelling justice-
'V-E-T-O'
Because even in duned heat
a tantra can be planted
in an arid Sahara, just ask Ms. Cara
we can't accept
a shattered system which
won't let our seeds grow
don't you know it's illegal,
to breathe while Latino?
Aliens not welcome
in the Desert Democracy
Welcome to Arizona,
sorry- No Vacancy.
(c) Paul LaTorre 2010
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