Mr. Don Jimenez
when Monon was born
in the bathroom of a bar
at the end of an alley
and he said
Monon, you are a peerless man
you are man of God
fruit of evil
He is one man, there are many
priests of dreams
who sing to a world that lies moaning
and the children are frightened because the man of destiny
he who never came is throwing bombs
he is digging graves with his electronic forces
with his nuclear minds they dig a well in Lares
they drop bombs in Vietnam they drop bombs in Nigeria
they dig graves in Siberia and the children are scared
and the dying men suffering in silence
and the Indian of the Andes and the Indian of Hidalgo
waiting for something because the man of destiny
he who never came walks with science
and a young man in penance shouts indignantly
Fire, Fire, Fire
the world is on fire
Fire, Fire
the Yankees want fire