Wednesday, October 6, 2010

My Hometown Glory

Quisqueya named it our ancestors; Caribbean amber your nom de plume Their blood scatters our terrain; sick authors Coast full of spice, sugar and sweet perfume A blend of tribes, slaves and bourgeois Palm trees, parrots, and tasty pabulum Lively trades; oh! Avoirdupois Sweet enjoyment in my latibulum Pain and Illness brought the abductor Melodies and merengues lifting heaps Raping our mangoes destroying honor Perico ripiao, bachata souls leaps Veneration of a ruler encroached; While the music, No! Suddenly stops Brava :D