The heritage of my parents
Drips,
Drops,
Into my conscious, a self-
Perpetuated consolidation of
Past triumphs and transgressions.
Whether it be my Amerindian blood,
Or my Spanish perspective, one thing
Is certain:
Revolution…………….
Makes the
Round!!! World
Go
A strong sense of nationalism enlightens
The past, a land taken, a destiny manifested
In the spoils of war-torn lands acquired
Underneath a banner of dissent and freedom.
The abhorrent travesty of any revolution is its
Justification; a gilded dream filled with filth
And values endowed with false purity.
Cortez never was Quetzalcoatl, but Sam Houston
Was neither a saint of peace nor a fountainhead of
Diplomacy.
Santa Anna’s strength is his legacy and his poison,
Oh fate portrays a defender of a nation as a careless
And compassionateless murderer.
The Alamo was as much about the stand of a few hundred
Fools with guns and war-hungry eyes as it was about countrymen
Protecting their land, their future, and the future prosperity
Of a nation.
Deformed proseprity now peers upon this nation who had its
Glory stripped from its bosom before it had time to nourish
Itself from the teet of fortune and integrity.
The sad truth is that History is written by the victorious,
And lands baptized in a hell-fire of blood are sanctified
As the property of a youthfully passionate and naïve
Nation.
Drips,
Drops,
Into my conscious, a self-
Perpetuated consolidation of
Past triumphs and transgressions.
Whether it be my Amerindian blood,
Or my Spanish perspective, one thing
Is certain:
Revolution…………….
Makes the
Round!!! World
Go
A strong sense of nationalism enlightens
The past, a land taken, a destiny manifested
In the spoils of war-torn lands acquired
Underneath a banner of dissent and freedom.
The abhorrent travesty of any revolution is its
Justification; a gilded dream filled with filth
And values endowed with false purity.
Cortez never was Quetzalcoatl, but Sam Houston
Was neither a saint of peace nor a fountainhead of
Diplomacy.
Santa Anna’s strength is his legacy and his poison,
Oh fate portrays a defender of a nation as a careless
And compassionateless murderer.
The Alamo was as much about the stand of a few hundred
Fools with guns and war-hungry eyes as it was about countrymen
Protecting their land, their future, and the future prosperity
Of a nation.
Deformed proseprity now peers upon this nation who had its
Glory stripped from its bosom before it had time to nourish
Itself from the teet of fortune and integrity.
The sad truth is that History is written by the victorious,
And lands baptized in a hell-fire of blood are sanctified
As the property of a youthfully passionate and naïve
Nation.
One
Nation’s
Fall
is
Another's RISE!
My heritage is about the preservation of the glory of a people who no longer cling to nationalism due to disastrous Diaspora, of a people who must create their own cultural values through the auspices of community and family, of a people heralded as the false murderers of American idealism. These are my people, and this is their heritage: cultural preservation at all costs, lest the glory of a mighty culture be stripped from the bosom of a malnourished society as well.
My heritage is about the preservation of the glory of a people who no longer cling to nationalism due to disastrous Diaspora, of a people who must create their own cultural values through the auspices of community and family, of a people heralded as the false murderers of American idealism. These are my people, and this is their heritage: cultural preservation at all costs, lest the glory of a mighty culture be stripped from the bosom of a malnourished society as well.
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