Cuauhtemoc’s in Kings County Now

Cuauhtemoc’s in Kings County now,
Cuautemoc’s in Kings County now.
Spent time at the Seaport that’s where he got bought,
Cuauhtemoc’s in Kings County now!

With a warrior name, stapled to its frame,
in honor of courage dipped in fire.
Not giving up the secrets of his empire,
only to be driven to sacrifice in the Empire State.

Under worldly, underwater venomous trail, calling and tempting Cuauhtemoc to sail further up the harbor.
The Descending Eagle flag passed Liberty’s feminine drag, where Cuauhtemoc heard, whispered, heroes got swiped and tagged.

Here, Mexico’s proud armada sang loud from the rails that hail from Veracruz. A tall ship crew knew including America,  the Beautiful, and Adal, the Just, All Mexico’s cadets made yearly pilgrimage.
The tall ship cruise celebrating bicentennial news at the repleat South Street Seaport,
Under, where the cold stare of sky scrapped financial towers don’t really count the hours, or care.

What brought this Mexican crew here from yesteryear?
Bringing its rituals to New York jingle bells, five hundred years, almost to the day.
Five hundred years after that Aztec disaster, when Cuauhtemoc was no longer master,
The steel jawed, jewel-awed killer called Cortes leveled Mexican fields of maize.

The powers that be, once skilled only in archery,
Have been challenged by those dominating media and tv.
Quetzalcoatl came center stage to put forth his rage and challenge,
With his old apprentice, breathless Ehecoatl, always by his side in battle.

Mariachi music filled the air, as a lone trumpet somewhere played taboo.
Cuauhtemoc, forever shrewd, again felt the original plan, as Quetzalcoatl and Ehecoatl here, played their game.
Constantly testing, testing, testing as priests did on the Mexican pyramid plain.

Cuauhtemoc, complete with glimmering Macuahuit, trusty obsidian edged sword,
His wooden staff witnessed a broken mast aftermath.
While blood oozed, the masthead intact, Cuauhtemoc flinched, barely bruised.
As once again, Cuauhtemoc cried out, “Not while I feel breath will I digress!”
The steel forces tore into human flesh, sending sacrificial bodies to meet their match.

Five centuries on, blanco-Conquisto’s still alive!
This sinister snake uncoils his tongue,
Endless demands for gold, still sung.
“I said I’d return to re-conquer you.
Crush the sails, the mast, the crew”

“Who sent that gale? who sent that tide?” as our ship was caught, Becoming a sudden dusky shrine.
“We served you!” the cadets cried, and in an instant fleeting, they died.
Cuauhtemoc knew it was Quetzalcoatl too that filled New York harbor with Cortes-like venom.
At that instant Knowing full well it was time to witness another lesson.
We all felt the sting of snake venom, a bling-ravaged ring, worn by the wannabe king.

Cuauhtemoc’s in Kings County now!
Cuautemoc’s in Kings County now.
Spent time at the Seaport, that’s where he got bought,
Cuauhtemoc’s in Kings County now!

Cuauhtemoc with split sail, left behind, waived goodbye to his crew and wound up torn in a Brooklyn Navy Yard venue.
With repairs underway, someday soon an armada crew will renew a mission of peace.
With the Descending Eagle flag strapped tightly to bear the strain,
Singing the refrain as sails fill the ocean blue.

Cuauhtemoc looks over his shoulder to see rise,
Cadet América the Beautiful, Cadet Adal, the Just.
Their ultimate sacrifice, to atone, we must.
People of the North, unite with my Southern People of the Sun,
All now sharing this water, this land.
Let us bind together to bury the Greedy Snake.

Though flesh won’t remain, America and Amal are named forever at that spot.
Where they won’t be forgot by promenade princess and pauper passers-by.
You’re in Brooklyn now, you’re in Brooklyn now!
You are Welcome as the sign reveals and reads overhead, over high.

Cuauhtemoc’s in Kings County now,
Cuautemoc’s in Kings County now.
Spent time at the Seaport that’s where he got bought
Cuauhtemoc’s in Kings County now!