La Lucha

Working for the workers Laboring for the laborers Fighting tirelessly One man, one man alone But then, never truly alone The voice of many A living megaphone, turn up the volume Sleepy corporate managers complaining about the noise Will you keep it down? No, no, we won't keep it down I won't keep it down I'll keep the fight up, keep the fight up For my people A strike out in the fields The voices of many converge All like-minded, all shouting that one golden word Huelga Huelga People across the country taking notice Marking the words down Take the grapes off the dinner plate No grapes to be found here Gradually people come together Hivemind, all supporting the cause Make the growers understand the injustice Have them taste these grapes of wrath Which they themselves have sown It's coming back around, and this time You're not going to like the taste of this wine Made from the grapes of oppression And as you drink it, all you hear is this one man This ordinary farm worker, so simple and yet So crucial, leading the punchless fight like a Latino Gandhi Fighting tirelessly, one man One man alone But then, never truly alone A piece of the puzzle, adding his voice to the collection of so many others All shouting in unison Sí se puede Sí se puede Sí se puede