I am the branch rejected by the tree
damned angel condamned to roll
eternity stone ...
I am the all revolt spirit that time shatters
voice, walled on the tomb of silence
a body weeping its blood on the barricade.
I only know the islands of exile
weed growing out of oblivion
outcast clawing at the hopeless border,
stipped outfit , last hour number on wrist ...
Look bro at the old world behind you !
no solitary rage ! social lost its cold blood !
for you ,promise of the cross !
Deportees of all hunger
where are you statue of liberty ?
Dark oil stained humanity
where the path ends ?
War rather than pact ...
I am the shadow of the long march ,
Cuba sierra madre, Che ,
Viet-nam orange glow ,
messiah\'s return in Gaza ,
rotten street of Philadelphia ...
Misery has no face , bad taste ,
and its name ,barbed wire identity....
The autumn cob sliced and gathered,
only the bare tumbling plain remains,
uncertain upcoming harvest ,
the well -fed winged spoliators praying...
I am just a branch refusing the tree\'s will ...
Outlaw !