Sílvia Pérez Cruz, Gallo Rojo

We have been taken hostage. We the Mexicans.

There's a special compartment in the back of our heads

where you pray chance doesn't allow you to

bump into the wrong people in this lifetime

Rather impune than letting "justice" in your home

We're all Gallos Rojos, maybe not as big and strong

but really brave. 

Our houses have been burnt

Our land forsaken

stabbed in the heart for dark oil

Our loved ones tortured and left for dead

We all wear the scars

This is true disenchantment