Conquistadors
CONQUISTADORS
It was a most glorious day
When Columbus
First sailed from Spain
For a new land was soon discovered
Far, far away across the mighty sea
An entire new world filled with vast riches;
-an entire score of delicious fruits
which our tongues had never tasted
-and untold acres of virgin land
which until now had gone wasted
Great Glory be to God!!
For these lands were even rich in gold!!
Without hesitation we staked our claim
That these lands all belonged
To our King of Spain
Entire fleets of Galleons were soon outfitted
Our every port a swarm of bustle
Men scrambling to enlist
In spite of the hazards which surely lay ahead
It was a long, often deadly ocean voyage
Yet once ashore, we journeyed inland without fear
Even though these lands were cloaked in darkness
For the natives were dark-skinned devils
So savage that they even wore animal skins!!
We steeled our resolve
For we were morally bound to save them
And thus, with God above as a guide
And his son at our side
We traveled amongst their various tribes
Embracing pagans with the Lord’s religion
And enslaving natives
To build great missions
Some fled or resisted
Their traps well hidden
Our wells doused with poison
In skirmish we were successful
They hightailed into shadows
Watching, waiting,
Their numbers always gaining
We’d been marching through woodland
In an orderly column
Suddenly savages sprung up all around us!!
They caught us in the open
And then cut us down!
Wounded King Peronakin,
His horse shot from under him,
He lay on the ground dying of wounds
Their marksmen shot us to pieces
Before we could retrieve him
Then slipped away
The field filled with dead and dying
Our king lying on his death bed
Sweeping out of the woods
They sliced us to shreds
Then fell back to the mountains
To ambush again
Burning bridges,
Destroying our roads
Poisoning our wells and water holes
We couldn’t even tell friend from foe
For those in battle wore no colors
And many of our “friends”
Proved only actors
Burning our churches
When our backs were turned
We were forced to use torture, interrogation
Meanwhile I did some thinking of my own
These natives we were fighting-
All they wanted was their freedom
And what’s so bad about their own religion?
They eat wild mushrooms
But in moderation
Respecting and loving one another and nature;
Would it be that we could be so pure
But as I am wise
I must also be quiet
The watching eyes, they are upon us
“Does thou doubt our mission a holy one?”
The bishop’s grin was evil, twisted.
I must better hide my expressions
We’re strangled by inquisition
Copyright 1987 by Johnny Blade