Monology
Of sacred things and tidings
coming from spirits divine
I shall speak of festivities
Sun dance to beg for
our salvation from
the clutches of the white man
who came uninvited
to civilize us, oh, brothers
of the coyote and kin of the raven
their sacrilege such
substitute for our peace
fake brotherly love aiming
through their musket’s barrel
yes, children of the Mochicans
arise to the height of your souls
bury the white civilizers
in the graves they’ve dug for us
Manolis Aligizakis 