Cinco De Mayo
“Cinco de Mayo!” you celebrate.
But is your fest too
soon...too late?
You say this day you
were set free.
Set free...to what...for
thousands flee
(you never slew your
enemy).
Some salved their pain
but hurt lives on.
And though you shout the
foe is wan,
it lives and it will
never die
until your Nation’s ills
are gone.
You would not need to
move your bed
to other lands that you
be fed,
if you’d stand tall and
claim the spoils
brave others won through
blood once shed.
Your land can feed your
ev’ry need
if others dare not sate
their greed.
So solve your problem
there...at home,
...for only then will you
be freed.
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