Letter to Che
Six feet under 76000 feet above sea level Dead but not gone You've inspired Generations upon generations Both local and abroad With an unwavering spirit of revolution No one can gag us anymore With chains or tanks Who cares Our spirits is imbued with yours Son of the soil Shaking up despots and puppets Who sing the western anthem We live to fight everyday On our feet standing Against the puppets and despots Kneeling to the G20 And raping our freedoms Your spirit shines our way Till we meet again chancho The revolutionary sniper.