At the turn of the century,
The murmur of the stream,
A blurry mirror burns,
Spontaneous fire, unknown origins,
Spontaneous combustion,
The dams are open,
Again and again…
“Remember the Maine; to hell with Spain.”
The natives massacred; the dragon breath.
The dark skin massacred; the dragon breath.
The maiden will never marry,
The dragon, the mirror…
No hero will prevail.
Small and surrounded, you shall not exist.
The mirror’s reflection, the silence, the stream
Manifest Destiny! “Patriots from within;
Free from sin.”
The dams are open.
Again and again.
The natives massacred; the dragon breath.
The dark skin massacred; the dragon breath
Massacre!
Palm Sunday massacred; the dragon breath.
The towers fall, again…
Spontaneous combustion,
Again and again…
The natives massacred, the dark skinned massacred,
the patriots massacred; the dragon breath.
The slave man is taken,
And ordered to kill,
No will; no intention.
No assassin; no sin.
The patriots massacred;
The dragon breath.
A nation awaits, free of sins,
Free of debts, free of will…
The maiden, the hero,
The nation awaits…
The dams are open;
The dragon breath
Dedicated to Oscar Rivera Lopez, a Puerto Rican political prisoner. Libre.
