Some poetic thoughts on an annual highlight of our year...

           We are the children of Cuahtemoc/ 

creators of awe and wonder/visionaries/life givers …

desert artists singing sacred song.

You cannot defeat us — racists with bibles and guns!

         También, we are the children of Puebla/souls fired like

diamonds struck hard by the oppressive hands of decay/and a greed

         untouched by the tender stroke of humanity.

You cannot defeat us/our veins run with the blood

of struggle/and a blessed fire. Our hearts sing

a freedom song/even in the deathly cold and silence of your prisons.

         Simón!! We are the children of Zaragoza, of Juarez, and Villa,

of Zapata, Flores-Magón and Tennyuca/… soldadadas valientes de Cortina/

         We are Mano Negra and Brown Berets/Mothers of East LA Streets.

We are your worst nightmare — the true Calawala cabrónes.

For reals — we are the true Sueño de Las Américas.