Aztlan Anthem

Since rewriting the national anthem is all the rage, these days, I thought I'd offer my own counter-reply to the multicultists:


Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
Our throng as we march in the streets and the byways?
When we screech and demand our illusory rights,
And clog the town squares and choke all the highways?
And the mescaline stare in our eyes isn't rare,
And gives proof of our tripe, in a spine-gelling glare.
Oh, say does the Mexican banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
By the wide Rio Grande the next wave reposes.
What is that which the wind, as we fitfully sleep,
Carries from D.C.'s halls, and makes us hold our noses?
When it wafts on the breeze--this political sleeze--
It says: "We'll close the border when Hell's hinges freeze."
There's the Mexican standard! Oh, long may it wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that leader who so vauntingly swore
To abide by the law and our naive Constitution?
He stands at the gate and throws wide the door,
Refining the art of civic prostitution.
And each welfare case has a smile on his face,
With no fear of arrest by the evil paleface.
And the Mexican rag in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the knave!

Oh! Thus be it ever, when invaders come
To our very threshold and give us the finger.
Take the fake S.S. card; step aside, gringo scum.
Embrace each and all like a gallant left-winger.
And conquer they must; our bright dream bites the dust,
As our "leaders" inform us that we should adjust.
And the hate-monger banner of La Raza shall wave
O'er a brave new third world, and the home of the slave!