The Massacre

When facing down the barrel of a gun hope they're a bad shot hope they're not just following orders hope you look like their child hope they had an amazing day hope they realize you're not the person they're looking for hope they know this is not the Old Wild West hope God intervenes even though you are an atheist hope they love your luxurious hair hope you're not holding a wallet hope you're not holding a water pistol hope you don't have candy in your hand hope you don't get stopped at a traffic light hope they don't have fear on their breath hope they don't think you're a terrorist hope they don't think you're a communist hope they don't think you're an independentista hope they have some humanity left in their trigger finger hope they haven't been trained for this hope this is not a reoccurring dream hope you wake up from this alive We are not here for the slaughter Aguardo que as ruas mudem de nome Aguardo por um amor no 36 Aguardo que esqueçam o teu alcume Aguardo que respeitem ao Rei de Reis Aguardo as canções dos Aliados A poesia de Rukeli no ring O lume correndo cara o queimado A ilusão que algum dia senti Aguardo as ordens dos homens livres Judeus e ciganos defendendo a cidade Um túnel onde se construem lealdades 'Boris' no Bronx com o coração no Caribe Rastafaris olhando para Etiópia A utopia que sobrevive na tempestade Poetryfighters como Muhammad Ali A patada de Eric Cantona As palavras do que já não está Todos os quilombos do Brasil (Zumbi) Galiza e as suas duas guerras Uma voz que nos berra: Mais Alá Mais alá We are not here for the slaughter Ontem andivemos à luz da lua polo jardim de Agüeybaná Miramos os restos do nosso antigo reino e lembramos aos esquecidos Today we celebrate the death of the past that has haunted us since the very beginning We mourn the living and wash our hands of all the names that tried to destroy us