The sun ablaze as Maria's foot
Touches the surface of sand
On the northern land
As human contraband
Some rico from Jalisco
Passed her name to the boss
She stuffed ten to a truckbed
She clutches her cross
Here comes the exhaust
And it rips through her lungs
She's off fast to the pasture
Like cattle she'll cross
Degree one hundred and six
Sweat and vomit are thrown
And she prays and suffocates
Upon the memories of home
Of Yanqui guns for blood debts on the loans
Of smouldering fields, rape rubble and bones
Of graves hidden trapped up in visions of war
Of nothing, no one, nobody, no more

These are her mountains and skies and she radiates
And through history's rivers of blood she regenerates
And like the sun disappears only to reappear
She's eternally here
Her time is near
Never conquered but here

And now she got a quota
The needle and thread crucifixion
Sold and shipped across the new line
of Mason Dixon
Ripping through denim
The point an inch from her vein
The forman approaches
His steps now pound in her brain
His presence it terrifies
And eclipses her days
No minutes to rest
No moments to pray
And with a whisper
He whips her
Her soul chained to his will
"My job is to kill you if you forget to take your pill"
Her arm jerks
The sisters gather round her and scream
As if in a dream
Eyes on the crimson stream
Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to the floor
Of nothing, no one, nobody, no more

These are her mountains and skies and
she radiates
And through history's rivers of blood
she regenerates
And like the sun disappears only to reappear
Maria, she's eternally here
Her time is near
Never conquered but here

Rage Against the Machine - "Maria"
(from the album The Battle of Los Angeles)