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Where Are All My Warriors |
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Contributed by Chicahua Necahual
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Jan 27, 2006 at 10:04 PM |
Where Are All My Warriors
Where are my hero's
my strong warrior's
the men who stand for honor
who will die for TRUTH
Where have you all gone
to the bottle perhaps
perhaps to some false god
that white powder
Or maybe you're confined
enjoying your three hots and a cot
or worse yet killing off our seed
banging, throwing up old slave
mastar signs, with the droopy pants
like pot bellied slave mastars'
Where are the REAL men
the seeds of Abraham
the warriors who protected the women
the children and the elderly
Perhaps floating on some dream
thinking you'll be the NEXT
All-Star, bringing in millions
those millions that plant the seed
the seed of greed and destruction
Where are my warriors
Stronger then a bull
yet gentle as a summer breeze
Passionate as Zapata
Humble as Buddha
Where are my warriors
perhaps fighting in Bush's insane war
dieing on a senseless battle field
a battle field of lies and deceit
Where are our strong men
perhaps enjoying the false pleasures of
another man's arms falling into
a EURO culture of divide and conquer
destroy the pro-creation of our kind!
I have just one question
my beloved, my soul, mi corazon, my son
Whom shall protect the daughters
the women, the sisters
while you're feasting upon
your lies?
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Last Updated ( Jan 27, 2006 at 10:04 PM )
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