The Silence of the Birds
Tenochtitlan rises
From the great lake of life
Shines like a jewel
Shines the natural light
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The causeway is lined
With the birds of their world
With their colors so vivid
With their songs so pure
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Symbols of beauty
Symbols of grace
Hernan has seen them
He knows their power
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Now the silence has come
He has burned the birds
There is a new order of power
Of power without grace
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The illness of the heart
That is only cured by gold
Is Hernan’s obsession
Is Hernan’s shame