Occasionally the captive slaves would rebel <br />and capture the guards who had forced on them hell <br />Then ever so swiftly with their new found freedom <br />The Spaniards to the ground the slaves are pinning. <br /> <br />Molten gold from the crucible bubbling <br />Flows into the mouths of the Spaniards screaming <br />A mouth that is held open by a forked twig <br />Wildly and happily the former slaves are chanting <br /> <br />“Drink Gold You Spaniards”. <br /> <br /> © Juan Ponce de León<br /><br />Juan Ponce de León<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drink-gold-you-spaniards-west-indies-in-the-1500-s/
