Boricua (poem)
Oh Boricua lost in this modern age
Do not let your spirit be caged
Remember the fire that burns within
The life given to us by Atabey
To ignore it would be a sin
The era of Spanish conquest is over
Yet we are still dying
Not of disease and slavery
But by the silencing of our mothers
Told we no longer exist
Written out of History
Put into misery
And casted into the abyss
But who are they to determine our blood
The same blood that flowed through the cacikes of old
Have you forgotten what you were told?
Forgotten the sound of the Ocean falling upon the beach
The sweeten rain of Arecibo
The nourishing root of the yuca
The gentle song of the coki
Is all of this lost? Covered away by modern moss
No! Ocama Aracoel!
Let not the voice of our people be forgotten
Things may get tough
But let the spirit of our people be reborn through you
Let the spirit of Atabey protect you
Let the thought of Boriken comfort you
For you are a Boricua.