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Dickheads shit-talk, huddled single-file 

 First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads 

 who will never walk a mile 

 or mourn a murdered friend 

 in this tiny woman´s shoes. 

 Drink up and mumble your abuse. 

 I´m still humbled by it all: 

 around the same time 

 that I was riding with no hands, 

 busting windows and getting busy 

 behind the sportsplex 

 (with Labonte´s older sister 

 decked out in her Speedos), 

 Bella was flinching from the sting 

 of a Depo Proveran "family planning", 

 her own Pearl Harbour 

 and a holocaust spanning 

 25 years to the rest of her life. 

 A prison my country underwrote in paradise. 

 And in the shadows of Santa Cruz, 

 she crossed her fingers behind her back. 

 Built Suharto a Trojan horse and lay still 

 'til the motherfucker sent her north 

 where as night fell she emerged 

 with a box under her arm 

 that held der pledge of allegiance 

 and her uniform. 

 She laid it at the gates 

 of General´s embassy 

 and her whisper echoed into a dawn 

 as she disappeared: 

  

 The truth will set my people free