Dismal Abya Yala
Hundreds of ancient Nations,
each speaking their own language,
extinguished by fire, extinguished as fire
by the Colonists, who escaped religious persecution,
just to persecute other people,
just to take their land.
Cruel as north of Black Sea
Celts and their sickles.
Descendants of those
who extinguished your Nations
are reclining on your territories
instead of making retributions.
The longer they occupy it,
the greater is their guilt.
In the end we all will be extinguished,
but spirits are beyond ashes.
What was taken from you,
you will reclaim.
The spirit of God
is commanding stars
as resinous chips in the lanterns
of your forefathers.
All powerful and holy God
whose son was killed
when he became human
by the ancestors of Colonists.
God the Father resurrected him.
The same God will reconcile all the grievances.
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