You stood up when they said sit down
Only got you to blame
Such a price to pay
Some still paying it today
Micaela some things changed
But mostly it’s the same
Live under a golden heel
Who put our silver in your steel?
Prayers falling on deaf ears
Turned the drought to tears
Micaela some things changed
But mostly it’s the same
Whispered words would incite
Noble treasons in the night
Shackles or the blade
Sickle or the spade
Rip apart the body
Brothers will betray
Bloody ever after
Are the hands of Areche
Stand up now my sisters
Show me right from wrong
Old men hold the pen
But our sword is in our song
Micaela some things changed
But mostly stayed the same
© Kat And Die Kunst
Spoken word by Lisbeth Pilco Paz: Quechua Poem from D’andres Alencastre “KILLKU Waraqa”