#iamjoaquin

My knees are caked with mud. My hands calloused from the hoe. I have made the Anglo rich, Yet Equality is but a word– The Treaty of Hidalgo has been broken And is but another treacherous promise. My land is lost And stolen, My culture has been raped. I lengthen the line at the welfare door And fill the jails with crime. These then are the rewards This society has For sons of chiefs And kings And bloody revolutionists, Who gave a foreign people All their skills and ingenuity To pave the way with brains and blood For those hordes of gold-starved strangers, Who Changed our language And plagiarized our deeds As feats of valor Of their own. They frowned upon our way of life and took what they could use.