A Spanish Galleon.

You know what it looks like.

A great big Mother of a ship.

Five decks high.

About a million white sails.

Complemented by blue sea.

Naked peons swabbing the deck.

An imposing, Apocalyptic,

Armageddon type ship.

Full of gold bullion,

A King’s random,

A few gorgeous

Spanish chicks for, well,

You know.

And prisoners of the State.

Over the horizon comes

A British Man of War.

The Spanish Captain says.

Shit! Damn Anglo-Saxons.

The first volley

Blows away the sails.

Neat tactic.

The Spanish can’t maneuver

So the British steer

Perpendicular to

The Spanish bow.

Rake the deck with fire.

Unspeakable fury and violence.

Blood and body parts all over the place.

Ten minutes. The battles won.

Goodbye Inquisition

Adios Conquistador.

Time to claim the spoils.

The gold, King’s ransom,

The chicks.

Free Cervantes.

Seize the Captain

And just to make him pissed.

Take his son.

Who was supposed to follow

In the Captains steps.

Make him walk the plank.

The Spanish Captain

Bible in hand.

Faith in his heart.

Sorrow, blood and water

Running down.

Even if a looser he is.

Says to his son.

Boy, your life has never

Been your own.

From before creation,

Right to now and beyond.

You belong to God.

And with God you have

Always been and ever will be.

Don’t worry

Go ahead

Jump into the sea.

The kid sinks into eternity.

The Captain has a vision.

2010.

From Harlem, South Chicago,

Bourbon Street to East LA.

Black as coal to lily white.

A short pathetic life

Through a concrete sea.

Fighting a loosing battle,

Kids condemned to die.

With no father to

Love and guide them

To God’s

Eternity.

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