The reflection I see is the image they wish I’d hate,
Brown skin, high cheekbones, wide nose, full beard,
The languages of my ancestors, and Spanish, they wish I’d never speak,
the religion of Islam, they wish I’d never found, and would never practice,
The politics of resistence to Empire-to them–they wish I’d never believe in,
The heroes with whom I identify, whom they have always vilified,
The villains whom I despise, who deceive the multitude into believing they’ve never existed,
They take with their hands, deceive with their tongues, bribe with their proverbial carrots, and beat with their sticks,
Oh wicked masters! Oh vicious tyrants! Den of jackals! Brood of vipers!
Judgement awaits them–and woe to the wicked and those who serve them knowingly,
And blessed are the martyrs, and the persecuted, and the exploited, and the upright,
The meek who shall inherit the earth, the righteous who will enjoy mansions on top of gardens, under which rivers flow,
These will eat the best of fruits ad drink the best of drinks, neither because of need nor for intoxication or gluttony,
Pleasures will abound, and there will be no more death nor disease, poverty nor oppression, toil nor tyranny!