Exchange of Blood for Gold
We've beenShot down by sunshineStomped on by faithWe've hadDeadly confrontationsWith imaginary godsWe've madeFutile sacrificesIn the name of beliefWe've gottenStruck in the faceBy that which we worshipThe sting of fiery tearsOverwhelmsIn our quickly crumbling world.The fear, the pain, the stenchEngulfAnd soon we'll all turn to dust.Weeping mothers,Angered fathers,Children lying in gravesOur lives are being crushedBy the rubble of disbeliefThat covers our cries for help.Darkness falls, as the sun is no more,For it lies beside the flamesThat are invading our chests.The blood is spilledAnd the souls are lost,The people are left without hope.But long liveThe riches,The glory,The powerOf these godsBringing onlyHeartache,Terror,Destruction.All is wellNow that SpainHas her gold.Before any Spanish people get mad at me, let me explain what this poem is about.This is not about modern day, but instead is about the fall of the Aztecs in the early 16th century at the hands of Hernan Cortes and his men. Montezuma (a key Aztec figure) believed that Cortes was Quetzalcoatl (an Aztec god) due to his pale skin and horses. The people trusted in him, and all he did was destroy them.That is what this is all about.On a lighter note, I don't like this title. Any ideas? Written October 23rd, 2001 © on Oct 23 2001 06:34 AM PST 0 • 9
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"We've beenShot down by sunshineStomped on by faithWe've hadDeadly confrontationsWith imaginary godsWe've madeFutile sacrificesIn the name of beliefWe've gottenStruck in the faceBy that which we worshipThe sting of fiery tearsOverwhelmsIn our quickly crumbling world.The fear, the pain, the stenchEngulfAnd soon we'll all turn to dust.Weeping mothers,Angered fathers,Children lying in gravesOur lives are being crushedBy the rubble of disbeliefThat covers our cries for help.Darkness falls, as the sun is no more,For it lies beside the flamesThat are invading our chests.The blood is spilledAnd the souls are lost,The people are left without hope.But long liveThe riches,The glory,The powerOf these godsBringing onlyHeartache,Terror,Destruction.All is wellNow that SpainHas her gold.Before any Spanish people get mad at me, let me explain what this poem is about.This is not about modern day, but instead is about the fall of the Aztecs in the early 16th century at the hands of Hernan Cortes and his men. Montezuma (a key Aztec figure) believed that Cortes was Quetzalcoatl (an Aztec god) due to his pale skin and horses. The people trusted in him, and all he did was destroy them.That is what this is all about.On a lighter note, I don't like this title. Any ideas?..."