Green, white and blood

Mexico
how painful you are.
Green, white and blood
are you true colors.
People no longer sing
now singing don't rejoice our hearts;
now we shout
now we march.
Voice by Voice
fist by fist.
Trembling chest
marching floor.
Our feet are
treading so strong
the earth's center trembles
without the roar of a cannon.
Remember Ricardo Flores Magón
the "tata" Cardenas
and Jose Revueltas.
Remember the sun
god of War
southern hummingbird
and paint yourself red:
this is
our battle in the desert.
Green, white and blood.
feels like a flame in our chest ...
a flame, a candle
many candles and marigold flower.
It's almost November
and it hurts.