In The Eye of The Beholder
A Sonnet
In the name of Father, Son, Holy Ghost
Montezuma denied the food of his people
The old empire’s embrace proved fatal
Like ripe fruit, hypocrisy is sweeter than most
Like a parasite, the Europeans consumed their host
A conquest sweetened with a side of treacle
If those in power do it, only then it is legal
A cold sacrifice consummated with a toast
White man cries savage
With the body of Christ stuck in their teeth
As martyrs’ bones are stolen and scattered
Their tombs and sick beds ravaged
Centuries of devotion crush the bone beneath
One story lives, while the other lays in tatters