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Requerimiento

(The Spanish conquerors of the Americas read out their legal document, the "Requerimiento", to the Indians. Failure to comply meant the Spanish were free to do what they wanted.) Conquistadors in Vera Cruz found themselves a radical ruse. If pillaging was muy, muy lento, they just whipped out Requerimiento. Composed in fifteen seventeen, this document was ultra-mean. It won more scraps than Robert E. Lee, was deadlier than DDT. Suppose you met an Aztec mob that wasn't happy to be robbed, and far from handing on a platter its gold and silver, wives and daughters, was minded to contest the matter, Requerimiento got unrolled. In legal Latin, gooks were told with lots of quid and quod and quaem, exactly what was sought of them. The royal writ was read aloud to help the puzzled Aztec crowd. So none may later look askance, the dinks got every sporting chance. All the Aztecs had to do (clause forty-nine of section two) was pay the pope an entry fee, accept infallibility, and send some gold to line his coffers. Who could baulk at such an offer? Clause fifty-eight - the Spanish king must get his cut of Aztec bling. They're hazy over "king" and "Spain"? We'll have long decades to explain. They don't respond? It simply means we blow them all to smithereens. The finer points can wait till later. Non-compliance means they're traitors. We've read the thing, so now we're free of all responsibility for theft or damage, flood or fire, and if perchance it should transpire that they don't dig what's going down, why, take it up with Cross and Crown. Thank God it's not like that today. Before we step into the fray, we tell them they're a "conflict zone", and send in laser-guided drones. If they accept their crude religion is now a dead and pointless pigeon, and take divorce and teenage moms, then we won't use our cluster bombs. There's other stuff here, on our list - like Coca-Cola, lobbyists, The Dukes of Hazzard, John McCain, obesity and acid rain ... at least we don't do like before, and sell them, as we wade ashore to occupy their ancient land, some junk they'll never understand.

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Date: 3/6/2017 10:06:00 AM
This great, great poem should be met with a wonderful reply. Yet all I feel is shame and guilt for the fact that in all these years nothing has improved, and STILL we grab land and do whatever we please, with the flimsiest of excuses. It's simply disgusting
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Michael Coy
Date: 3/6/2017 10:22:00 AM
I feel the same way, Darren. Your comments tell me that I hit the target ... so yet another big, big "thank you"!

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