Lorca’s blood wedding
Reminds me of nothing more than the toil, toil, toil
Of life in Al-Andalus.
Priests chanting the rosary
Like it was El Maleh Rachamim
Or the Mourner's Kaddish
(which it probably was, if the priest
Was a Converso, who changed his religion
To save his life or, more likely, the lives of his children).
The Moriscos, Muslim 'converts', as usual, prayed louder,
Than did the Spanish Goths,
They never coughed,
Just touched the head-coverings they did not wear.
What they did on Fridays was only the business
Of the Inquisition.
Many Moriscos fled to Morocco, Lebanon.
To the centres of the Islamic world: Damascus, Baghdad.
Now nobody wants anything
To do with these 'terrorists'
Nearly 450 years after the surrender on January 2, 1492
Of the Emirate of Granada to the Christian Castillian army
Franco’s Moroccan units commit numerous atrocitiesm
Their Spanish officers couldn't call them to order,
So, in many Spanish cities, including Toledo
These descendants of the Moriscoes
Murder men, women and children
Helping defeat the Spanish, Socialist Republic
Allying with Italian Fascists and German Nazis.
Well, I just like a drink
Wine, brandy, what you will
History is a mystery
As we drink our fill.