Two Person Poem
I am Cortez, leader of the Spanish
I am Montezuma, leader of the Aztecs
We entered their land, with evil plans in our heads, and horses with us
They entered our land, on Satan’s beasts
The long journey tore us apart
They made it across the long jungle
They welcomed us with gold in hand, sounds of music, and a generous amount
of food
We welcomed them with little of our riches
We asked for more
They continued taking more, and more fooling us.
We needed a cure for our small pox
They brought diseases upon us
They were foolish and silly
They treated us like children
We made fun of their gods
They belittled our gods
I didn’t know why they were so nice to us
We thought they were Quetzalcoatl and other gods
We took advantage and took their riches and food
They took almost all our food, it’s like they took a hay stack from us
leaving us with nothing but a single piece of hay
They treated us with the best of items
We gave them feasts, and let them live like kings
We still were confused, until they asked us how it was in heaven.
We asked them how heaven was, and if our men were there.
We sensed that they were going to attack us
We began to assemble an army to kill them
We tried running away with our riches
They ran away before we could seize them
We found that our boats were gone
But they didn’t know that their boats were destroyed
We had to make small boats and carry them to shore.
We looked for them, all over the empire.
We got away, seeking recruits
We saw them sail away, it was too late
We came back angry with recruits, and the war began
They attacked us
It was a bloodshed, many men of ours died.
They brought over 500 warriors
They came on beasts at deadly speeds
They killed many including horses and enslaved the rest of us
It was then our time to run the fertile land
We were demolished to death
It was a wonderful time, no more sacrifices
We were kind to them, and they betrayed us
We only fixed it, your ways were wrong, and we couldn’t live together in peace.
Terrible, you can’t negotiate
We had no guts to ask you
We would’ve approved to end in peace
We don’t care! ,we still won
Would it be nice if we were you
You smart Aztec, we preferred to live
We wouldn't have fought if you negotiated
Never would’ve been possible
You were cruel to us, even your own men
Says the person who was killed by his own nation
I am Montezuma, former leader of the Aztecs
I am Cortez, leader of the Spanish New World