Oh, Spanish Conquistador.
Off in search of your own.
You were a land invader.
Lime lighting as a mere trader.
Gaining the native's trust.
Really, you were a nadir.
In God's name, a crusader,
Pulling down their religion.
Doing it in the name of their sin.
You were a land invader.
You let death be your campaign.
While their lands you did gain.
You, Cuba, tried to arraign.
They were boiling mad; it's known
For your treacherous feign.
But you were loyal to Spain.
You formed Vera Cruz, your Flagstone.
And from the Aztec, you did gain.
Their freedom you held in a chain.
The things you did were disgust.
For you, their land was a must.
Their life you did retain.
It didn't take much for you to win.
Raising yourself high, their kingpin.
How'd you do it, how'd you win?
How did their nation you did gain?
Their fortresses you broke in,
With deception and your grin.
Your status, a parader.
The number of your men was thin.
Not having much to begin.
Your guns took you to the throne.
And your horses, against stone.
With your deception built in.
The things you did were unjust.
Annihilating them to dust.
Oh Cortez, such a disgust!
For the gold and the win.
With your plans, you did thrust.
All their art you did combust.
And all the gold you did attain.
Their homes you burned to a crust.
And temples you did readjust.
Oh, Spanish Conquistador
You became a slave trader.
Leaving the Aztecs to blood and bone.
Annihilation, full-blown.
You took over, creating your zone.
Raping the woman with Spanish lust.
The Aztec ways no longer known.
Your hearts as cold as stone.
Your life a testament of sin.
Did you ever atone
For the deeds you have sown
Against a nation and its pain,
Your wave of horrific bloody reign
And taking over the throne?
Oh, Spanish Conquistador
The new land invader.
You are a degrader.
The Aztecs are mostly unknown.
All their ways, you did combust.
Burying everything within
As their nation was slain.
____________________________________________________________________Cortez
by Stephanie Daich
