Dead Puerto Ricans, who never knew they were Puerto Ricans
Who never took a coffee break from the 10th commandment
To kill, kill, kill
The landlords of their cracked skulls
And communicate with their Latin souls
Juan, Miguel, Milagros, Olga, Manuel
From the nervous breakdown streets where the mice live like millionaires
And the people do not live at all
From el barrio to Arecibo, ¡Pa'lante!
From Marble Hill to the ghost of Emmett Till, ¡Pa'lante!
To Juan, Miguel, Milagros, Manuel, ¡Pa'lante!
To all who came before, we say, ¡Pa'lante!
To my mother and my father, I say, ¡Pa'lante!
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