Idiosincrasy

Indigenous

Once were men alive

With own cultures, their pride, communities so natural

Confederations

Organized social order

Like each society there were ants and drones

Architecture

Highly qualified

Hands touched by gods, constructions so precise

Communities

That were in past time

Owners of the land, which they're thrown away now

Sacred were the gods created

Whom they used to give praise

The earth like mother was accepted

By her sons to take care of her

But from the sea

The tide brought ships

Full of demigods, moon skin tall and bearded

Amiably

Bringing divine gift

Behind the wickedness to sweeten well the prey

Using a cross

What a weird thing!!!

That those men held to obligate to carry

Communities

That are in risk

To be seen only in museums like antiquities

All this brilliance penetrated

Into some minds confused

Erasing idiosyncrasy conserved

for thousands of years of life

Penetration of fragments

from extrinsic cultures

Is disturbing now the calm between indigenous themselves

Contempt to their own race

Is produced

Into some of them who have forgot their nature

Half-breed people now despise

Their native blood

Idiosyncrasy is lost and people forget the roots