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Conquest

In 1519, Captain Hernán Cortés    
landed in Veracruz  
to begin his great conquest  
that caused the fall of the Aztec empire.  
Upon arriving, he gave the order    
to his men to burn the ships  
in a show of commitment    
to his mission.    
How often shipwrecked,    
marooned on some    
God forsaken island of despair    
do we burn the boats
that brought us there?    
We stare mindlessly into the flames,    
our life going up in smoke,  
each dream an orange spark    
that wriggles and rises    
before quickly going out.    
Our only commitment  
is to destiny.    
Our mission,  
to wake up each day,  
to struggle with    
a persistent imperfect life    
in a strange land with a language  
that is not our own.    
From time to time we wander back  
to the shore, to walk the beach,    
to look at the charcoal skeletons  
of the past,  
to wonder what if    
and why?  
Written by Seed
Published | Edited 18th Jun 2019
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