Los Cuatro                   

                INDICT AMERIKA

                         

   por que mi alma lamenta
         desmadres y duelos,
   por que he vivido
         bajo tinieblas y soledades,
   por que de mi ser ha brotado
         el suero hecho de crueldades

              he llegado al momento
              cuando nomás puedo gritar
              mi última y penumbrosa protesta ...

   AMERIKA,
    hechizo racista de ojos azules--
                 ojos  mentirosos,
                 ojos  del vacio cruel,
                 ojos  imperialistas,
                 ojos  desgraciados,
                 ojos  hipócritas,
                 ojos  moribundos y mórbidos ...

   AMERIKA,
    mad, genocidic lecher
    drinking our blood,
    feasting on our carcasses;

   AMERIKA,
    suckler of life and love,
    murderer of brown-flecked children ...

    venomous putain nation,
    genuflector to dollar signs,
    adulator of sordid rapes and mafiosi enterprises,

                AMERIKA-THE-DESECRATOR,
    the world sits
                  tribunally indicting you
                  with anger reminescent
                               OF Dachau, Buchenwald

   but out there
   in my haunted, hungry barrio--
                  in  east/south el paso burnished bowels,
                  in  denver by the crusade,
                  in  migrant stream hovel,
                  in  texas tragic valley dispossession,
                  in  east l.a. desmadrazgo,
                  in  east texas prison hatred,
                  in  barelas albuquerque,
                  in  all those hard-core centers of pobreza
                  WHEREVER WE LIVE, HAVE LIVED,
              yes,
              you puta-kind-of-nation,
              you pillaging insult to the human race,
              

              OUT THERE, AMERIKA,
                                 ever patiently we await you...


   THERE--OUT THERE--
                     AMERIKA-THE-DESECRATOR,

   we stand
   in bronzed anger
   with clenched fist
                    and feisty spirits, 
   con cojones stemming out,
   desmadrazgo in our souls, 
   while harsh reality has a field day 
   snuffing out our children's lives ...

   we now declare
   in the midst of hungered growls and furious poverty 
   that we mean      NOW!    what we say ...

   courthouse of la gente, 
   oígan hoy la verdad desgraciada.. 
   escuchen y demanden
   que AMERIKA sea desmadrada ...

   indictment in the people's court, 
   true bill    must be made, 
   there can be no other out, 
   no excuse can be forthcoming ...

   indictment,     indictment    INDICTMENT OF AMERIKA???
   yes, yes, yes,          YES!!!!!!

        AMERIKA  land of el hijo de la chingada,
                 land of landed gentry gorging on gringoismo, 
                 land of exploitation, creator of pollution,

   LA RAZA no longer asks--we shall take
                                        our reparations
                           and in the process
               do more
        than hope
                for land/freedom...

   now     here     this very place 
   is our viet-nam,
   from tierra amarilla
                        to court house steps, 
       denver, September 16, 1970 ...
   to el paso and California, 
   el valle y las colonias..

   SOMOS
        espiritu de tizoc, 
        hijos de joaquín,
        carnales espinosa,
   NEO-ZAPATISTAS MERGING WITH VILLAISMO....


   AMERIKA,                              
           irrelevent malcreance,
           screwed-up money grubber,

   the streets puke out
         the morbid resin of your perversity, 
         and you sit smugly at Washington desk
         pavlovianly expecting                                                    
              grovelling, muted responses 
              from those that you oppress.

   blind, bigotted amerika,
   klanish genociders
                      mucking/fucking up the world,
   while mouthing wishy-washy sentiments
                  prefacing racist onslaughts
                  on "the wretched of the earth..."

   let our gongs ring out
   clarion calls to real involvement, 
   creating out of muck and mire

             a new world social order. 
   let our voices swell, 
   our minds, souls, and bodies becoming 
   unidad humana color de bronce 
   with a final acclamation:

             THIS LAND IS OURS
                    and
             WE ARE FREE OF U.S.IMPOSITIONS.

   if our blood must flow,
   let it become an engulfing ocean
   drowning our oppressors;
   if we must fight,
   the enemy is here,
   not in asian jungles ...

   Carnales,    look now lovingly, long, and analytically 
                at the children of la raza ...
   let their visceral yearnings
                               and their hurt-filled eyes 
   make this decision.
   padres y madres   que somos,
   carnales y carnalas that we are,
   let us answer the hollow-eyed plea of our children, 
   let moral indignation
               couple with deliberate action .... 
   no longer 
   can we permit
                rampaging gringoismo to defile us,

   the time for action is NOW!
   indict Amerika,
              AMERIKA-THE-DESECRATOR....

                                        -R.S.-