Certainly a first satisfactory establishment
In the lost days of arts
Flirted politely under musical enchantment
Sung by the wind blown through those parts
When I had little knowledge of the customs, tongue or trades
Or how different was I perceived from the surrounding landscapes
Approached with a natural carefree smile, disbelieved as a surprise;
Instead subjected to private observance along with the light of my eyes.
Discriminated prematureness grew older than stirred influence of heart
Through elegant manners irresistible danger places curiosity and wickedness’s impulses
In modern possibilities of dominance
Advertised as superior meaning of life.
The first time I died on this dual land
And had my blood taken as a source to always provide
Closed my innocent eyes as something necessary
To cast out the shadow of the evil mercenary
Densely ignorant of the crime expressed
When, in right clothes, with its stained hands, spilled careless
Over the mighty ground
My blood’s sacred verse.