En La Plaza de Mi Pueblo

In the square of my town
The laborer said to the master
Our children will be born
With a raised fist

This land that is not mine
This land that belongs to the master
I water it with my sweat
I work it with my hands

But tell me, companion
If these lands belong to the master
Why have we never seen him
Working in the fields

With my plow I open the furrows
With my plow I write
Page upon the earth
Of misery and sweat