They put up tall chimneys that smoke,
And in the biggest houses they keep their machines, that talk
And work iron elbows up and down,
And hold myriad threads from their claws!
Wonderful are the machines of the greedy ones!
And you, Mexicans and peons, what do you do?
We work with their machines, we work in their fields,
They give us pesos made of Mexican silver.
They are the clever ones.
Do you love them then?