Zelaya
A pulse in the streets that remain in beat,A tempo of fists rise up, a stampede by their feet.
A clan of revolutionaries are forming, no questions asked,
Against the rising coup of the Honduran village.
The fascists believe that they are in control,
Lying, so desperately, that democracy is their system.
Planning deceit, a house arrest to their people.
Scared to their bones, they know what is coming.
The time is now, rise up & chant.
Let this coup know that they'll never give up the fight.
The people united, Zelaya & Chavez we honor.
The red storm is now coming, the beginning of history.
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