Grand Spanish God
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Montezuma Golden on earth he lived upon his land
Cortes his rival metalled horse and soldier Spanish grand
Aztec warrior a noble race to them a god should come
From far beyond their skeleton homes and on beyond their drum
Arrived with thirteen horses led, ship- wrights cooks and priests
Conversion of the savage race for gold to calm the beast
Convert or die a mottoes cry or fall before the sword
For Spain to bow for Phillip now and seek out your reward
They marched and welled volcanoes tell their horses bayed the throngs
Allies deide a growing tide a force with banging gongs
To Mexico go a causeway row an empire of the sun
Dream of gold and rape be told a new utopian
Hostage held Montezuma tell your treasures of the peaks
Deliver now a golden brow or life will leave your cheeks
More and more arrival gold in plaza decked festooned
But leave they say won’t go away disease takes over soon
A battle shout of wooden clouts by causeway boats do meet
Eventually send new boats amend an Aztec mass retreat
To citadel retreat to hell burn out each temple top
The fallen crown for Phillip down complete and burn the lot
A sorrow say a race away today their pride does seep
Christian bell before to tell a loss of millions weep
Cortes rebels and changes shell a death mask soon will show
Response a plea a shame you see as god meets him below
Copyright © Ian Foley | Year Posted 2011
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