Monday, November 11, 2013
Concepcion's Song
I
remember
that
night like fire
His
hands on my body divine
Like
we were young
Tequila
fueled
Rebel
look all over his eyes
The
kids asleep
Dreadful
bliss
Gave
me yet another child
Clinic
seeking
No
one could help
American
money run dry
I
cursed the Pope
Cursed
my husband
Ronald
Reagan no friend of mine
Now
they’ve left me
to
live on streets
Killing
time before they die
I’m
alone here
Useless
and old
Nothing
left but wasted time
They
took our farm
Built
a fact-tree
Building
guns so my sons can die
What
a fixed game
against
the poor
Took
their hate and made it divine
They
build their walls
We
throw our rocks
Their
bullets fly back at our side
We
make the news
It’s
all violence
We
are the ones who did the crime
Full
of dynamite
All
stuck inside
Ronald
Reagan no friend of mine
