working title - children of the mother this earth
faint scribbles on horses rock with no rider or saddle ... fourteen hundred spirits scream of promise to see battle
stave the roman tide of catholic conquest ... as the first steeples built on ruins might attest • gorges and snakes provide natives with green shelter ... to move farther south is to turn the heat up to swelter
keeping symbols hidden to stay alive ... using ancient bricks insure their faces stay survive • in the name of foreign pretense ... exchange gold for false allegiance ... culture and history kept in encyclopedia ... secretly embedded in spanish media • a codec florentine ... rightly feathered serpentine
hooded by a cape of turquoise and hummingbirds ... a hue organic speaks as well as words •
with the altar floor turned slick and dark blood red ... spillled from conquered peer to the sun before they’re dead
the conquered king meets his final hour ... once it’s spent his cape of turquoise birds loses its power • so distraught the ink of earth loses its organic energy ... all the insects and orchid won’t bring back Aztec synergy
in biotic offense no defense or safe area ... pestilential microbes of smallpox and makeria • the vaccine of canon fire is the only known cure ... against settlers rule disease a weapon pure
four centuries in the future the mother will wage two wars ... as if to equal all the children she lost before • mourning the loss of florentine gives up the fight ... gone are mineral colors changing scrolls to black and white
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above the grandest river a majestic calvary ... shoot a thousand horses from under the comanche • rarely acknowledged rarer still as in story ... fighting civil war under screams of mustang fury
forced to give up 98 percent of land awards of treaty ... genocide equestrian seems a bit needy • the children of the earth take choice parts of their mother ... the organic family take care of each other • herbs and roots treats what it ends ... meant not to poison or dull are medicines that cleanse
forests overgrown unseen prone to peril • the medicine of earth need not render our mother sterile • once dismissed as magic now turned to in relief ... we mourn what we burn preventing forest fire grief
the modest medicine fires preserve remaining land • the yield of mud and oil for which we stand • a nation indivisible until elections rigged ... the grapes of wrath are no match for olives and figs
where native plants survive ... the children of our mother will be kept alive • to be at one with those who might not understand ... the screaming horses came from foreign borne lands
the fire is a cure known to common land ... spirits of the four legged came from foreign lands • embedded in conquering scrolls our culture lives • the children of the earth has what it takes to give
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hidden by mesquite creeks ... pedestrian warriors meet ... the flash of metal sonic ... yields equestrian battle tonic • with one horseman turned on his side ... a dozen warriors left wide open now can hide • the four legged feed on the green energy of the sun ... the galactic cycle of earthbound life by default includes everyone
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of three hundred years are dreams and bridges interweaving ... deep in mountains andes inca recipes aren’t yet leaving • the land below is ripe with riches and with cross ... who pays homage equally to their gods and their boss
between blue mountains are woven bridges made of hay ... four ancient villages with no intent of going away • three hundred years at least bridge builders span ... a fiber in suspension passed to children by hand • the jewel of a savior immune to three day keshwah ... the fortitude of pilgrims defended by the ass bone of its jaw • as she weaves the final just Luke she does her hair ... wondering if generations next who will be soon standing there
“on this rock, I will build ...”
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