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