My Burning Fire

I have a fire within me An inferno barely contained within the crevices of my soul It creeps upwards, upwards, ready to come out Ready to scream out And I try to retain it For once it comes out it can’t be held back As a rupturing volcano I become Vengeance fills the mind Retribution fills the soul This hellfire demands justice for my kin It is fueled by generations of injustice Injustice upon the humble Latin America By the hands of the invader By the greedy, capitalist hands of the American invader For when she cracks the whip, we get the lashings Blood flows down Cascades unto the earth Harvesting the shackles of oppression Fixed upon our arms and legs She claims it’s for our own good To protect good ol’ freedom from ourselves Until we are deemed ready to manage it ourselves But we know better These shackles are here to better serve the Yankee soldier To suck our blood for the Yankee soldier So she, may thrive. I'm tired of my conscience not leaving me right You don't know what I have in mind It’s something difficult to explain It’s fiery, ever burning, ardent I put my fist on my forehead Because the smoke that rises is never enough. The U.S. empire thrives on amnesia. Amnesia of the many wrongs she’s committed Sweep it under the rug she says Little does she know -Or chooses not to know- All that rubbish she’s swept Can no longer be contained The mounds are too big And are now falling over WAKE UP AMERICA YOU CAN’T IGNORE US ANYMORE WE REFUSE TO BE YOUR PERSONAL BACKYARD ANYMORE WE REFUSE TO BE YOUR PERSONAL SLAVES ANYMORE Our stomachs are empty Our minds are not We can’t forget the past you’ve buried When we live in the remnants of it Every single day. Genocide of natives, Backhand deals behind closed doors, Oppression of our brothers and sisters. All but a fraction of what we’ve been dealt. Moving into a new age of world politics The rubbish under the carpet comes clean Now our humble kin come POUNDING ON YOUR FRONT DOOR, With your bill on hand We’ve come to cash in the debt which you owe us Yet you still ignore us YOU WON’T SAVE US FROM THE SCORCHING HEAT You call us rapists, criminals, sex traffickers Good-for-nothing-wetbacks Drug Lords Drug lords... Even if you make us infamous vendors Of the drug we sow, You are still our primary consumers The truth is, We are here because of necessity. You’ve enjoyed a plentiful history of pillaging And now, when the tap’s run dry, You abandon us. We are left with poverty-stricken lands And you abandon us. We are left with disease and oppression And you abandon us. We plead for help, cry out for mercy. And you abandon us. Well, we are here on our own accord now. We are here out of necessity. And we are done knocking on your front door- WE COME BURSTING THROUGH THAT STUPID DOOR This country, which you call your own Has been built by our hands By the oppression of our ancestors. Through time, you've done a myriad actions to our kin Yet kindness and compensation are yet to be delivered Regardless, I cry out to all who may listen. All who may listen to the cries of the anguished All who may listen to the pleads for reformation All who may discard their rampant consumerism at the expense of others, An immense gratitude my aching heart gives out For those who yet find glee in our despair A lasting message I leave for you all We are not going to be swept back under the rug And if you try to force us under We will incinerate the bindings by which you keeps us That, my burning fire, can guarantee