Oh, Alonso, Don Quixote,
Tireless fighter in flat-screen armor,
Bravely wielding your digital sword,
Against oppression, tyranny, injustice, and fraud,
Public figures, liars, cheaters, conspirators, traitors,
Makers of empty promises,
Vowers of hollow pledges,
Seekers of power and wealth,
To serve no one else but themselves.
Oh, Alonso, with Sancho Panza in tow,
You joined online commentators, shameless influencers,
Keyboard knights and courageous screen fighters,
Charging the walls of social actions,
Calling on the masses to join the revolution,
Raise your voice, make noise, lead the change,
For public health, social wealth,
Hushing down pledges of “Hear me, believe me, put your trust in me,
I have the answer, all the answers, you’ll see.”
Up on the hill stands a guarded castle, only a select few allowed through its gate.
Behind its walls gather the best politicians money can buy,
Together with industry moguls, golden spooners, and their amassed wealth,
They plot fine tactics to govern the constituents down below,
Preach to them about the best ways they should all,
Manage their wealth, which they have none,
Educate their children, which they labor to,
Prosper in life, which they struggle to,
Because all those spoils are reserved for the occupants of the castle.
Oh, señor Quijano, fearless peasant you are,
Blind to the odds, dedicated to the bitter end,
When will you find rest from your crusades?
Ride Rocinante home to la Mancha and join Dulcinea,
Who has been waiting for you, wondering,
Were you able to bring public figures to account, drain the swamp, cut the forest,
Restore fairness and trust in our political system, secure prosperity, instill hope,
So that you, Sancho, and Dulcinea can dine together in peace,
While Rocinante grazes in the pasture behind the house.
Oh, Don Quixote, man of the people, for the people,
Adorable to a fault, gullible to the top, tragic figure for generations,
The means have changed, but the fight remains the same,
We are all you, we are with you, señor,
Raise the sword!