Mexicana Al Grito De Guerra

Hoy se celebration tu independencia mi Mexico lindo y querido.

Pero de que independencia hablamos si siguen perdidos y muertos en tus bosques y desiertos.

Mi Mexico lindo y querido, te amo y me duele que no eres libre ni independiente de los pendejos que dejan que tus hijos sigan muriendo. 

Mexicanas Al Grito De Guerra son esas madres que gritan por sus hijos desaparecidos. 

Un soldado en cada hijo que lucha por un futuro mejor cada vez que cruza la frontera. 

Un soldado en cada hijo que lucha por su gente.

Mexicanos Al Grito De Guerra, hoy ruego por esa independencia verdadera. 

- F.art sept. 15 2026

This piece is a direct indictment of the political reality gripping my homeland. I hold a deep love for this country—its culture, its food, its people, and its vast landscapes. Yet, I am consumed by anger and resentment toward a leadership that permits the slaughter and abandonment of its own citizens. I write of the stolen children forced into cartels fueled by US imperialism, the devastating femicides that haunt every woman fighting to survive another day, and the deliberate neglect of the indigenous pueblos who guarded this land long before colonizers arrived.

The taped mouth bears the phrase, “Calladita te ves más bonita” (“You look prettier when you stay quiet”). This generational, machista proverb has long been used to silence women, but it extends far beyond just women. Those in power weaponize fear to control who speaks and who is silenced, leaving many to feel entirely hopeless. Yet, carved into the hair is the rallying cry, “Mexicana al grito de guerra.” It stands as a testament to the unyielding strength of our people, honoring those who still fight for moral truth and what is right. This poem is an offering to those raw, conflicting emotions that live within my soul.