“The thundering hoof beats are my horses. The chattering machine guns are death to all of me:
Yaqui
Tarahumara
Chamala
Zapotec
Mestizo
Español.”
The poem doesn’t specify in gender but in unity as a culture. Not an individual but at the same time speaking as one person. There really is no male vs female perspective or at least none I could see/read. But unfortunately, the ways may have changed but what the poem describes has not. The fight still exists