MARIO MEDINA

ANNIHILATION​​

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Enclave of resistance

Against submission

To the invader’s assault

And its lack of understanding.

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Crossed destinies

Agreed to misunderstand each other—

Gunpowder in some hands,

Lethal, precise arrowheads in others.

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Vengeance. Death. Desolation.

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Without intent to conquer,

To convert or to tame,

They came from Spain

With the will to exterminate.

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Leather soldiers,

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Skilled horsemen

Clad in leather

Like an impassive armor

Against enemy arrows,

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They wrought havoc on my people.

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Hunted, pursued,

Infected by the Old World,

We crossed into our island,

Blessed refuge of the ages.

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There we sensed our being.

There we sang to life.

There, we were never

Conquered.
 

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