malinche's Curse:
of the sea they saw my brothers feathered
barbados men were expected
of prophecy.
Came the voice of the monarch
that God had come
and we open the door for fear
the unknown. Iban
mounted beasts as evil demons
went with fire in their hands
and covered with metal.
Only the value from a few
resisted them and saw the blood running
were filled with shame.
Because the gods do not eat, or enjoy what
stolen and when we realized everything was over
. That error
deliver the greatness of the past
and that mistake we
hundred years slaves.
the curse remained with us to provide
Foreign
our faith, our culture
our bread, our money.
we continue exchanging with gold beads and give our wealth
for shiny mirrors.
Today in the twentieth century we are still coming blond
and we open our homes
and call friends.
But if an Indian comes
tired of walking the mountains
humiliate him and we see
as strange land.
Thou hypocrite, you humbled
samples abroad
but
become arrogant with your brothers the people.
Oh, Curse of Malinche!
this disease! When
leave my land?
When will you free my people?
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