Tenochtitlan
holding down
for Teotihuakan
Aztlan
in cyber-space
as it was prophesied
no more lies in our faces
ancestral traces
left behind
for our
children for
our recreation
for our rejuvenation
the fountain of
youth
at the
base of
Popokatepetl
waiting for
you to arrive
without
a visa
without
any papetls
we were
never a
lost tribe
or a lost
people
or a lost
civilisation
our weavers are
weaving
our pottery
makes huge
money
still
our maizes
are still being planted
all over the
Earth
you might be
lost
waiting to be
found
on your knees
paying homage
to the man
on the cross
that's ok
the time is
here it has
ultimately arrived
the time
is here to wake
you up
lovingly
from your toes
up to your
eyes
you were
indeed lost
swallowed up by
misery
poverty
a status
of minority
poor vision
confusion
a revolution is
dressing you up
new
with feathers
retrieved
from a lousy
european
museum
Moktecuzuma's penacho
which was stolen
and wrongfully
taken
belonging to
our impressive
and beautiful
powerfilled nation
now you
have awakened
in time to
reclaim it
quetzales on your
head
dressed to kill
another cinnamoned
colored
soldier dies
for a badge
of merit
that did not
belong to him
wrong war
wronged by
that other mans
war
Toxtli has
come for him
together they
build a
mud house on the
moon
O
`meteotl
D.L.J
writes for rights
holding down
for Teotihuakan
Aztlan
in cyber-space
as it was prophesied
no more lies in our faces
ancestral traces
left behind
for our
children for
our recreation
for our rejuvenation
the fountain of
youth
at the
base of
Popokatepetl
waiting for
you to arrive
without
a visa
without
any papetls
we were
never a
lost tribe
or a lost
people
or a lost
civilisation
our weavers are
weaving
our pottery
makes huge
money
still
our maizes
are still being planted
all over the
Earth
you might be
lost
waiting to be
found
on your knees
paying homage
to the man
on the cross
that's ok
the time is
here it has
ultimately arrived
the time
is here to wake
you up
lovingly
from your toes
up to your
eyes
you were
indeed lost
swallowed up by
misery
poverty
a status
of minority
poor vision
confusion
a revolution is
dressing you up
new
with feathers
retrieved
from a lousy
european
museum
Moktecuzuma's penacho
which was stolen
and wrongfully
taken
belonging to
our impressive
and beautiful
powerfilled nation
now you
have awakened
in time to
reclaim it
quetzales on your
head
dressed to kill
another cinnamoned
colored
soldier dies
for a badge
of merit
that did not
belong to him
wrong war
wronged by
that other mans
war
Toxtli has
come for him
together they
build a
mud house on the
moon
O
`meteotl
D.L.J
writes for rights
