I
see people’s hearts and minds
Dash
off to Ukraine
Pero
todavía estoy aquí
I’m
still here, wondering
Wondering
when people
Of
America, you know what I mean
The
USA, this nation,
Will
show compassion for Aztlan
I
mean, this is all about
Occupation
army, invasion
Forcible
displacement, sovereignty
Self-determination
for an oppressed nation
¿Que
no? Pues, claro que sí
I’m
still here, wondering
When
people will show support
For
the survivors of genocide
Or
the survivors of slavery
Or
the survivors of islands taken
I’m
talking about the non-refugee
Immigrants
whose lands were stolen
Whose
bodies were stolen
Here,
because they’ve always
Been
here or were forced to be here
Aquí,
en esta tierra
War,
genocide, slavery, brutality
We
feel terrible about them, over there
Because
someone else invaded them
Those
monsters, those foreigners
Those
mean imperialists, invaders
Crimes
against humanity! Over there
Oh…Russia,
imperialist aggression
Against
a sovereign nation
Cruel,
unjust, criminal
We
should feel indignant
We
recognize oppression
Oh…Red
Nations
Oh…Aztlan
Oh…Puerto
Rico
Oh…African
America
Oh…invasions
Oh…imperialists,
over here
Oh…lies
and people still waiting
For
humanity and self-determination
For
justice and sovereignty, over here
In
this occupied land
Called
United States of America
Where
colonialist and imperialist aggression
And
occupation
Have
no name
Where
drums, flutes, dances, dreams
Prayers
and songs of freedom
Have
been silenced
Yes,
over here, aquí, still
