The man who cannot speak our language
is a handicapped stumbling fool
not differently challenged
or gently beset by special needs
but a retarded moron of a village idiot
slow and stubborn and stupid to boot
not in any way up to par.
Worst of all for him should he knows a few words;
Cat and dog and please mister thank you
for then we measure his internal thinking
at the level of his limited output.
Better perhaps to be the sullen stranger
who says nothing but is no doubt
(in his utterly foreign head)
plotting against us
and our wives.
-Cortijo Los Lobos, Andalucia