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my country where do you

exist from sea to sea, how

long will it be until liberty

like the air breathed is for

everyone, when will your

national borders reflect the

memory of Brown blood

spilled, how long before your

compass lets you march to

our Spanish graves, where

people who sacrificed life for

you are permanently at rest?

my country will you ever hear

these sweet voices calling, say

loud our names, and write history

in your Spanish tongue? my country,

how long do you think it possible

to wander with closed eyes, deny

the history in your face, and cover

white hearts with hate and neatly

piled high lies? sweet land of liberty

confess freedom too rings for dark

Americans like me!