Ab exceptional piece of poetry. The flow here is truly fantastic, and I second Zip's take on the final stanza, but I find this one to far more effective:
"Everyone here is Argentina.
Those who reject it won't sleep at night.
We are "Desaparecidos",
Immigrants, and exiles.
Natives, and slaves.
The animals, the sea and the air.
We are that and much more."
I think such a cugent summary of resistance to awful forces speaks volumes. +1.