Q U E R E N C I A ~ Original Poetry

Drive forward your forces, receding our will,
Then sidestep the masses, to keep the media still,
Procrastinate in honor, and strive eagerly for greed,
This is the voice of a government creed.

Like scavenging packs of a blood lusting brood,
You act in sheer hatred, deprived of all good,
Singing death to our people, but you don't understand,
That killing our people means killing your land.

In querencia we stand, while we gather our breath,
As we watch how you claim what little we have left!
But torment and torture does not nurture orchards or fields,
Nor does falsified history serve as a shield.