2 person poem of Taino and Columbus as being conquered and being the conqueror

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Title: "The Meeting of Two Worlds"

Taino: In sunlit shores, where the palm trees sway,
We danced to the rhythm of our ancient way.
The canoes, like whispers, glided with grace,
Our spirits entwined, in this vast, sacred space.
But then came the ships, with sails like the storm,
A stranger’s gaze igniting a new form.
Our laughter now trembles, as shadows grow long,
What was once a sweet song turns a sorrowful throng.

Columbus: I crossed the great seas, my heart full of dreams,
A world yet unseen, bursting with gleams.
With flags held aloft, I sought fame and gold,
But found in your eyes a tale yet untold.
I claimed this new land with my powder and might,
While your world stood so vibrant, with colors so bright.
Yet the glory I sought came at an unseen cost,
For in conquering lands, it’s the rich who are lost.

Taino: Your words promised fortune, and tales of the crown,
But the weight of your presence has turned us around.
Our fields lay in silence; our voices unheard,
While you carve out the fortunes, we’re left with our hurt.
The spirits of ancestors cry out in the breeze,
As you plant your flag and bring us to our knees.
What’s gained in your conquest, what riches will show,
When the heart of our people is buried below?

Columbus: I sought to entwine our fates with my hand,
In my quest for glory, I misread this land.
Each journey I took forged a bond laced with steel,
Yet the truth of our meeting is one I conceal.
For while I have conquered, history will write,
That in losing your story, we lost the true light.
As I sail back to kingdoms where praises resound,
I behold in the silence the treasures I've drowned.

Together: In the echo of time where our stories entwine,
Two worlds, now forever, forever combined.
From the ashes of empires and tides of the sea,
Lies a lesson of compassion, of what it could be.
For in every encounter, there's a price to be paid,
A tapestry woven, where shadows cascade.
Together we ponder the paths that we tread,
In the heart of our journey, it’s our kinship that’s bled.