In Days of Wine


In days of wine
	and machine gun bullets bouncing off walls
where young men got their quick
		and justly deserved fate
There is no one to speak above the screaming
				of idiots waving
their country's flag
		in streets littered with
				disappointments
and yesterday's empty promises
And in their minds everyone is convinced
				that "Little Beaver"
was a punk or else "Red Rider" was not as white as he made
believe
The question is why did the Cisco Kid have it made
when all the rest of us greasers are suspected of being subversive?
All the while
	out in "La Puandtea"
		Juan is trying hard to prove
that he is as good a racist american
		as any blue-eyed wonder
And in my heart i know Juan's right.


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Ben Luna

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