A New End
an ode to the Aztecs
The skies cry alongside us
for our fallen brethren,
for the abuse of our land,
for the suppression of our people.
We stand on soil stained with blood and tears
With history embedded into the roots of the looming trees
And the follicles of our dark hair.
Skeletons buried underneath our sacred buildings
Where our language is whispered because it had died alongside of us
Where our naivety led to our massacre
We looked to the Gods-
To Teotl,
To the same ones who turned away from us,
when the white devils approached us
Our minds were plagued with the ideals of foreigners
The millions of us that were present
Feared for the future
The unknown future
Our souls trapped in a never ending cycle
of our diminishing culture
and violence
We yearn for the compassion-
The same kind we gave to the Gods during sacrifice
The same kind we exerted as we tended to the gifts from the universe
The plants extend their leaves in comfort
As we begin to fall
Slowly and ever so slightly,
They soften the decline
The Eagle screeches our name
He soars into the blue sky with pride and sadness
We dance to the rhythm of our broken heartbeats
And sing to our sorrows
The screams of the dead turn into cheers
As the spirits of our warriors return from the dead
We cry out in gratitude to Quetzalcoatl
The mixture of pride and glory
Running through our veins
Our legacy as prominent as our Jaguars in battle
The Earth holds us as History obliterates and dehumanizes us
The Heavens weep as the Europeans reap our possessions
We aspire for peace and glory
For compassion and love
From the Gods and our beloved Nature
But until then,
We grieve with the rain for our doom