“No! No! We must march to life.
“The gringos are here. We have let them come. We must let them stay, for we cannot drive them out. With guns and swords and bayonets we can never drive them out, for they have a thousand where we have one. And if they come in peace, let them stay in peace.
“But we have not lost Mexico yet. We have not lost each other.
“We are the blood of America. We are the blood of Montezuma.
“What is my hand for? Is it to turn the handle of machine alone?
“My hand is to salute the God of Mexicans, beyond the sky.
“My hand is to touch the hand of a brave man.
“My hand is to hold a gun.
“My hand is to make the corn grow out of the ground.
“What are my knees for?