My machete is adorn, draped in red
And green, sharpened with the blood
Of a patriot whose life beckons.
Viejo, I hear you from a distant land,
Your words of liberation, freedom and
Independence cuts the wind of tyranny,
the howling ravishing wolves of the U.S.
neo-colonialism and exploitation.
The ancestors speak through you on this
137th anniversary of El Grito de Lares,
telling our youth NOW is the time to
restore and rebuild our nation.
Their echo’s reverberates into chords of
Afrikans drums and coqui rhythms with the
Sweetness of cocquitos… Libertad,
Libertad, Libertad, Libertad, Libertad…
We will not forgive or forget!
We will heed the call!
We will champion the Patriots!
We will free our nation!
For our machetes are adorn, draped in red
And green, sharpened with the blood of
A patriot whose life beckons.
2006@ -- Jalil