In Hispaniola, things went not well:
Precious little gold for all our efforts;
The natives idle, barbarous and dull.
Between love and fear, we choose fear.
The Empire takes,controls and destroys,
Installs cruel hierarchies everywhere.
How would we survive without the dominators?
Our angry masters hold the universe together.
They teach us all human knowledge and culture.
These tales of greed and violence
Are our pride; but,haughty one,remember,
In Hispaniola, things went not well.
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