Indigenous, once were men alive With own cultures, their pride, communities so natural Confederations, organized social order Like each society, there were ants and drones Architecture, highly qualified Hands touched by gods, constructions so precise Communities, that were in past time Owners of the land, which they're thrown away now Sacred were the gods created Whom they used to give praise The earth-like mother was accepted By her sons to take care of her But from the sea, the tide brought ships Full of demigods, moon skin tall and bearded Amiably, bringing a divine gift Behind the wickedness to sweeten well the prey Using a cross, what a weird thing! That those men held to obligate to carry Communities, that are in risk To be seen only in museums like antiquities All this brilliance penetrated Into some minds confused Erasing idiosyncrasy conserved For thousands of years of life Penetration of fragments from extrinsic cultures Is disturbing now the calm between indigenous themselves Contempt to their own race is produced Into some of them who have forgotten their nature Half-breed people now despise their native blood Idiosyncrasy is lost and people forget the roots