Señor, por favor

Cruelty may be ‘shelved’ but never forgotten

audrine max

“How cruelty can be forgotten by its offsprings.”

Music started and the people danced
An old Spanish song played
Besame cha cha cha
Beating, awakening our ancestral blood
Reminding us of our crimson past
Three hundred thirty-three years
Slavery from thieves and rapists
Oh no, Señor, por favor!
Yet, here we are
Our children enjoying
Their tiny feet kept on thumping
To that old Spanish song
That is very least foreign
We shoved the language
But not the rhythm
I guess you were right
We are fools,
Fools for accepting your culture
Your tradition became ours
We do have independence day
But, your seeds remained
I guess we owe it to your king
Even the lands we plowed
We gave you a bounty
Your harvest is a portion of our earnings
For you believed, we owe you everything
Even the air we breathe
Oh, Señor, por favor!
You’re all long…

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