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Maria

Tha sun ablaze as Maria's foot
Touches tha surface of sand
On northern land
As human contraband
Some rico from Jalisco
Passed her name to tha boss
She stuffed ten to a truckbed
She clutches her cross
Here comes tha exhaust
And it rips through her lungs
She's off fast to tha pasture
Like cattle she'll cross
Degree 106
Sweat and vomit are thrown
And she prays and suffocates
Upon tha memories of home
Of Yanqui guns for blood debts o‚n tha loans
Of smoldering fields rape rubble and bones
Of graves hidden trapped up in visions of war
Of nothing no o‚ne nobody no more
These are her mountains and skies and she radiates
And through history's rivers of blood she regenerates
And like tha sun disappears o‚nly to reappear
She's eternally here
Her time is near
Never conquered but here

To tear away at tha mask

And now she got a quota
Tha needle and thread crucifixion
Sold and shipped across tha new line of Mason Dixon
Rippin' through denim
Tha point an inch from her vein
Tha foreman approach
His steps now pound in her brain
His presence it terrifies
And eclipses her days
No minutes to rest
No moment to pray
And with a whisper
He whips her
Her soul chained to his will
"My job is to kill if you forget to take your pill"
Her arms jerks
Tha sisters gather round her and scream
As if in a dream
Eyes o‚n tha crimson stream
Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to tha floor
Of nothing no o‚ne nobody no more
These are her mountains and skies and she radiates
And through history's rivers of blood she regenerates
And like tha sun disappears o‚nly to reappear
Maria she's eternally here
Her time is near
Never conquered but here

to tear away at the mask

- ZDLR

Comments

ack. Where's this one from?
Kind of disturbing.
Only because I have a "wrist issue" and that one line literally gave me full body shivers (not in a good way).

i forgot to put a name up, but i fixed that now

the poem (song actually, though Zack is beyond a lyricist and well into poet) is about an immigrant worker from mexico coming to the states. it goes through the trials of getting there, the hell of a sweatshop and the abuse and hopelessness that overwhelms her. i'm not entirely sure if she has killed herself or if her foreman killed her. its a sad and moving poem, and the song is beautiful.

It is very moving.
I still don't like the wrist part (gave me total heebie jeebies).
Hey - how's my musical compilation coming? I'll probably be visiting late August or early September!
I'm excited to get it!

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