He was taken with others to Vizner by the foot of the Sierra Nevadas as dawn's lamp lit up the sky
They were seen to be different so for that they had to die
The loud echo of the Falangists guns shattered the peace and quiet
And the murdered were carried to a mass grave and buried out of sight.
One of them Federico Garcia Lorca was a Spanish literary great
And he like all of those who died with him deserved a better fate
The poet of the gipsies a name he was known by
And he was not an aggressive person which prompts the question why
Were he and his fellow innocents seen as such a threat
That they were taken captive and without trial put to death
Their misfortune was to be different and some see that as a crime
And things are not any different now and have not changed in time.
Seen as a threat to Franco at least in Franco's eyes
Some so called revered leaders in truth are not so wise
Poor Lorca the poet was shot to death because he knew great fame
Some so called liberators for themselves want all of the acclaim.
The National bard of his country his remains were never found
Though for him and those murdered with him people searched for miles around
Though they are not the only people for to die in such a way
Such things always have been happening and are still happening today.
Lorca the poet of the gipsies a twentieth century literary great
You mention anyone by name and with them he can rate
Though he met with a foul end his literary works with us remain
And he will live forever in the hearts and minds of Spain.
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