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My name is Tecun Uman

I am a legend

An ancestor

Carried as a sacred bundle

A spirit

A memory

By my burned and burdened children

 

But my progeny starve

They feed off my spirit

 They wander

through deserts,

Across rivers,

Infiltrate new territories

Looking to fill themselves

 

And as they invade new lands

And cultivate fields,

They chant new hymns

“American dream”

“American dream”

“American dream”

“ I am dream”

“I can dream”

 

But our invasion goes awry

We catch a plague

Our blood and our minds deteriorate

Enslaved

Colonized

“American dream”

“American dream”

“American dream”

“ I am dream”

“I can dream”

 

So we retreat

We sob our war cries

And extinguish our flames

“American dream”

“American dream”

“American dream”

“ I am dream”

“It’s all a dream”

 

My name is Tecun Uman

I live inside my children

Feeding warriors

Returning from war

Our home: Guatemala 

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