3000 miles in the back of a Datsun.
You can try but you'll never stop us.
We're coming to fight for the land you stole.
We are the people of the sun,
fueled by hope.
We crossed three frontiers with no papers,
and we are still coming in spite of your hatred.
Our land was taken from our ancestors.
Our culture replaced with property owners and slave masters,
A parasitic lifestyle of reality T.V. and racketeering fiends,
A landscape festering with lost meanings.
A culture thrown away in exchange
For a Frappucino and a cell phone bill
And still, we pour in day after day in search of the American dream
A dream available only to those skilled in cutthroat enterprises.
And even then only luck will give respite from wage slave exercises.
The spirituality of our ancestors is lost in a landscape that values dollars over life
We traded our indigenous self sufficiency for a 9 to 5
And now we find it hard to stay above water
Breaking neck and soul,
our children volunteer to be cannon fodder
Cleaning plates in the back of a restaurant
Digging holes in a rich man's garden
Feeding children and paying rent
Sending money to poorer relatives on the paltry paycheck of an unwanted immigrant
Working endlessly to ensure you can live a comfortable life
At the end of the day we find we have no rights
We clean your clothes, make your food, dig your ditches, pick your crops, raise your children,
and make their toys
And how do you repay us?
You have got to be kidding!
It isn't the infinite amount of stripmalls, highways and wall street bankers that infuriates us.
It isn't the fact that our homeland was the last remaining frontier of the indigenous and you used it as a
staging ground for death squads and imperialist governments.
And it isn't because you stole our resources and made us slaves to provide for your lifestyle
What infuriates us is growing up in America watching our parents lose their souls
Singing the praises of this country when we the children know the people running this show look at our
parents as undesirables.
We are losing the battle with this culture before we are even born
And then when we gain consciousness of who we are and where we came from we lose the battle all
over again with family and friends who are convinced this place is the living end.
After all, food, shelter and work were provided all those years living
here with no papers.
So how do our patriotic, naturalized parents feel about institutional racists?
Even they can see the hatred behind SB1070
Senators say SB1070 will protect neighborhoods
They say illegal immigration is a leading cause of unemployment in an economy that is out of gas
They say if police have the power to arrest people who look like immigrants, crime will be lowered
And we can have a return to normalcy at last
This is so bigoted many of the most patriotic amongst us are ready to stand together and declare
We are sick of your borders
and your endless wars
We will not take this anymore!
We had a sustainable, happy way of life once
A tribal, spiritual existence
And if you look far back enough, you did too
This is a call for all tribes to join together
And aim for the truth
In the wake of social and economic collapse,
increasing class warfare and environmental disasters
This is a call for love and harmony
A call to fire the liars who deny the right to breathe
It is time to embrace the change
So we can find cadence with one another
And dance together in the ashes of civilization
The border, the wars, and the dividing forces of patriotism
Will come down.