El Porvenir Massacre Poem
The waters in the Rio Grande in the upper Big Bend,
as they flows to the sea, are ever murmuring the funeral
dirge of innocent human beings cruelly slain; and in
the soughing of the night winds among the rock hills,
or in the lonely valleys , their sepulchral voices are
heard pleading for common justice. . . These poor
creatures were taken unresisting from their homes and
murdered. Some were shot in the back, one in the belly,
one in the head and one riddled with lead. Some were
killed pleading for their lives; others shot down , begging
for time to pray , trying to kiss , with their blood stained
lips , the feet of their executioners . Oh God of mercy, how
they groaned and writhed while dying , their staring eyes
fixed on those who were killing them.
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