Your people, your people
Can not see
The anger, the anger
Inside of me.

500 years
We faced our fears
And we still cry
And wipe back our tears

We’ve been cut
And we’ve bled
And your conclusion is
The Aztec bloodshed

White man, white man
Run from me
The Azteca Warrior
is now free!

I’ve battled the Spaniard
I fought the Frenchman
And with my fist
I won my land.

My blood runs deep
My soul is the sun
Run white man
White man run

Que viva Zapata!
Que viva Aztlan!
Que viva mi Raza!
The white man is gone.

He fled from our land
He fled from the sea
The white man no longer
Will bother me

Peaceful and brown
I walk the earth
And watch as an eagle
Gives birth

Birth to a Raza
Full of pride
Now I watch
The eagle glide

On a cactus she stands
With a snake in her mouth
And now I know
Without a doubt

Aztlan is where
My blood runs free
Aztlan, Aztlan,
Is the place to be!

Alina C. Padilla
Age 16