Phoenician to  Aramaic 950 BC the start of modern writting for others to see
Then Hebrew to  Moabite then Phrygian as well around 800 BC
The written word was now afoot, oh Ammonite as well

Then a split as often comes between one arab and another
Old North Arabian and Old South Arabian argue with each other
So moving west Etruscan came at 700 BC
Then Umbrian and North Picene you heard of them today?

As Lepontic and Tartessian tried to talk to others
Now we start to get a grip and influence the modern
From Lydian to Carian,  Thracian to Venetic
All around the 6th century BC people started jotting

Old Persian came and went Latins still around
Then South Picene and Messapian to Gaulish
Language now ruled the world and all the ways we wrote it

Mixe–Zoque some say isnt really true
But Oscan and Iberian followed on through
So Meroitic,  Faliscan at 300 BC came next
Then Volscian and Middle Indo-Aryan or Prakrit the Ashoka calls it
Then one thats still around Tamil you might know it

Christianity was on its way as Galatian was used
Pahlavi and Celtiberian al cald pre antiquity
Lets move on till after Christ and language moves full on

Bactrian and Proto-Norse in northen europe common
Cham and Mayan, Gothic and Ge'ez and accepted Arabic
Christs been dead 300 yrs and language starts to flourish

Primitive Irish now exists and an odd one called Ekoi
Try to remember though its still only the 4th century

Georgian now is used in a  church in Bethlehem
A bible is written  in Armenian
Kannada in Halmidi
West Germanic to that becomes  Old High German
English now for the first time starts to rear its head

Old English to Korean  Tocharian to  Old Irish
In parts of southern England they even speak Cornish  
Centuries before Pol *** there is now Cambodian
Others speaking Udi, Telugu and Tibetan
Now language is getting modern

Old Malay in the far east to Welsh in my back yard
It wasnt long before the world was writting many forms
Mandarin and English now are common place
A miriad of people and language in their states

So venture forth to foreign lands and visit as a guest
Take a pen and paper to help you on your quest
If you can cross your legs or draw a beer you really cant go wrong
Remember you dont speak their tongue its you not them thats dumb!!!

Soy de la tierra de los volcanes.
Soy descendiente de los Mayas.
La sangre de mi nación cubre las tierras de Yucatán, Guatemala, El Salvador, hasta Honduras.
The Mestizo cry out for their loss.
They don’t know who they are.

Our fore fathers ruled those lands preaching of a mighty feather serpent who created our lands.
Stories passed down through the centuries all for it to be lost.
The crown across the sea in the name of Christ set to burn our lands to make them holy.
The rains cried for them when their children were taken to campos.
They shall never see their mothers for now they have been ‘reborn’.
They shall never know their language.
Hail Maria

Heart cold as ice they burned their sacred texts
Children born with tainted blood. Pain and suffering runs through their veins.
Those who carry their blood shall never know their past.
They shall never be pure for they have harmed their own.

Yo soy Salvadoreña.
I am a nomad who roams the land
I only know now

Our tree roots only go so far
I only wish to see beyond
My K’ux calls me.
I miss my home
The grounds where my ancestors have lived
Where my parents were born
The lands where I wasn’t born in

I feel like I betrayed my ancestors
Born in a foreign land with a language shoved down my throat.
I threw up my ancestors blood as I was injected with the American dream
In God we trust

The deaths of the
Lenca, Pipil, Cacaopera, Mangue, Xinca, Mixe, Maya Poqomam, K’iche, Maya Chorti.
We are on the sidelines
Our history barely known

My mother’s pain is now mine
The pain of war is what she knows
Oscar Romero, Marianella García Villas, the town of El Mozote, Chalatenango, and those who fled, may they be delivered the peace that they deserve.
They did not surrender
They fought till the end
Liberation from war
I never forgot
Forever shall they live
Their blood now with the ground
Together with Itzamná

I am my siblings guardian
I cry for those who seek home
The children in cages away from their mothers
My brothers and sisters suffer alone


I am K’ uk’ulkan
I see the suffering
I see what my people have been through

I call upon U K’ux Kaj, heart of sky, thunderbolt huracan youngest thunderbolt, sudden thunderbolt and Uk’ux cho, Uk’ux palo Kukulkan, Quetzal serpent, Heart of lake and sea.

I am first generation
I carry the ambitions and dreams of those who came before me
Strong and willed

To forget my language is genocide against my ancestors. I asked my mother how to say ‘wound’ in Spanish because I forgot and all she could do was laugh.
‘Herida’... oh right. The pain that my heart felt when my mother first told me I was “muda”
Forgive me.