17/07/2025
Talking with sorrow in the moonlight,
to you, the ancient ancestors.
Here, the white doves are truly cold.
The wealthy upper class trying to frighten our people.
They start their habitual heartless domination.
Surrounding our people and drawing blood from our people.
Being poor myself, I go concerned and worried on the land.
Preparing medicine, sometimes with water and herbs,
for our people laying down with sickness.
Why do they call us good for nothing?
They’re the ones always drinking crooked,
in the places where they reside.
Why does illness grow in the ones who forcibly teach us that we are in vain.
Instead of riches, all we need is our modesty.
We are the Jaguars and Eagles on the mountain top.
Get up and capture your envy and desires.
Grasp necessities and leave your capture on the mountain top.
Do not be offering in a place with,
sarcastic corn worms and blood sucking leeches.
We are the Jaguars and Eagles on the mountain top,
next to the Giver of Life.
While we are there, live life exempt from crawling on your knees early in the morning.
The childish upper class,
fear our people wanting knowledge.
Perhaps some of our people and others are there because of thirst.
No one there drinks from the land,
they only take from the land, living there in illness.
We must travel a sacred path to a place in the future.
Where are people can be happy without fearing the upper class.
There with the ancient ancestors, spiritually washing our hands and purifying ourselves with the land.
Knowing myself from grasping experience and traveling with medicine.
We see you sitting, peaceful and tranquil.
The ancient ancestors and I cover you with a blanket,
from angry people, with bad faith, with poor resolution, decisions, and reconciliations.
They gather favors and approvals from the broken and fallen that travel with them.
Governing the overall direction, thoughtlessly and carelessly without consideration.
Managing the day to day with a lack of interest, concern, or sympathy.
You cannot hide unjust violence, fear, and poverty behind a dust cloud that is transparent.
We try to adjust and survive, when current politicians and politics try to bend and fold us…
Manuel Rocha Jr (TwoCativeWarrior) 7/16/25

