An Ode to Rightful Mexican President Andrés Manuel López Obrador

Shall Mexico, too,
fall prey to these diamond-hearted monsters?
Shall kids live their days on only a corn tortilla,
a can of beans, and a Coca-cola?
Shall the natives of the south be forever sunk
under these bags of Spanish gold bullion they've so long bourne?
Shall the corn fields be the graves of los agriculturos ancianos
when they can longer stand the heat?
Shall las madres de la hente never have time
free from their young ones?
Shall the hungry thief be hanged
while the great crimminals mingle on yachts?
Shall the river be damned
and the fisherman given only eviction papers...
or his head if he raise his claim?

NO!!! No!, nunca,
for we the people de el mundo
want only to increase our folds with the peace
(silencio y paz solo)
but IF our slow patience be stretched too far...
we'll gather at the rivers
in great armies of gar-fish, (los pejelagartos)
and as sure as the river flows free,
we'll drive these gold-scaled eels to the sea!!!