The Seven Cities Sought

Searching for El Dorádo

Here’s my story from the other side of the Conquistadores. I pose the possibility of a long overdue revenge from the forests in Sud América:

The Seven Cities Sought

They knew there were seven, the Spanish Lords,
     Searched for sweet Cibóla while their guides
          Se Desparacierón.

The seekers for Cibola searched for years,
     Tracking guileless guides who never stopped,
          And sent them searching north.

Dwellers in the forest smiled, and watched,
     White ones wanting only gold from them
          In their ancient cities.

Men in metal found the llano bare
     And staked it’s heart to keep from getting lost.
         They looked for El Dorado.

The towns they found were only made of earth.
     The men therein had only feet of clay,
          And then had only half their feet.

Dwellers in the forest smiled and watched
     White ones wanting only gold from them
          In their ancient cities.

And European roots are searching still,
     In silver towers of the towns they built
          While searching for the gold.

Still, smilers in the forest smiled and send
     White powder to Norteñeos that still dream
          Of gold the they might find.

Gold, and Blood, are streaming from the forest,
     The smilers know of one thing while they work
          In fields where Coca grows.

Norteños search forever for their gold,
     Yet only blood comes for the snow-white powder
          That keeps them dreaming on

That they will find the way to take the gold
     From the seven cities of Cibola
          And the children of the smile.