la nina, la puta, la cruz

the soldiers marched in the early morn

to stir the roosters, to shoo the hens...

no! to kill the mothers, children and men

but pretty girls were for these uniformed men

the sought after prize, the golden hen

males they killed, women they penned

the girls they raped wherever and when...

but one young nina, beauteous above the rest

was the platinum prize sought by these lecherous men

for she they raped again and again

while she sang to Jesus for the decorated men

in her weakness these wild men came

and she continued singing before each of them

till fear masked their face with the pallor of shame

and they thrust her through with dagger in hand

still she sang from her cross of  pain

till the frightened soldiers severed her head

con ninas y puta they bloodied their hands

but en la cruz de este nina, she branded their heads