by David K. Edwards
In the pueblo de Los Angeles,
a legend told to me
said if you long for freedom,
you must spell it with a Z.
I found it on a uniform
and government decree;
I found it in a prison cell
where someone used to be.
I found it on a tavern door
and on an ancient tree;
I found it in the cuartel
where a gallows used to be.
I found it very often,
for it was not hard to see --
when pen and paper aren't enough,
a sword must write the Z.
