Quinhentos Anos de Quê?
Belchior
Five Hundred Years of What?
There were three caravels
That arrived from beyond the sea
And the land was called America
By chance? By misfortune?
He didn't know what he was doing, no
D. Christopher, captain
Brought, in vain, Christ in the name
And in his name, the cannon
For coming at the lord's command
And of other kings who, together
Reign more
Bombs, sails are not the white wings
Of the peace dove
There were only three caravels
And they were worth more than a sea
As for the Indians they killed
Ah! No one could count
When these men made
The new and much larger world
Where were our gods
With their Andes, their condor?
What about the Christian and Western
Civilization
I deplore this legacy in the language
That they gave me, after all
Say, America that is ours
Just because that's how it's believed today
Is there a reason to celebrate?
Five hundred years of what?
