You live the life of traveling salesman.
You say you're a unionizer and a teacher.
some even think you're a preacher
But what's the fundamental difference
between you and the enemy?
Commitment? How nice.
Commitment to change?
Or as I suspect
commitment to revolutionary fun and games?
I heard the other day, you assaulted a garrison
and executed 15 soldiers without so much a prayer
mark my words, they'll catch you one day
be prepared , carry poison
else caught alive, they'll electrocute your balls
You say the people need a wake up call
you say they need to rise up now
and raid and riot quick time
because corruption is rampant
because the country is a jungle
and history is a mess
and someone's got to right it
lest it go from bad to worst
that's almost true, darling
and all in all, not a bad excuse
but why must it be you, my revolutionary saint,
don't you realize you're putting me at risk
that caught alive, it's my nipples and vagina
they would wanna fry?
Best translation I can render
under the circumstances
From east of Chiapas,
the Guatemalan army closing in
an Apache gunship hovering overhead
Thursday, January 22, 2009
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