This is the jungle, thick and concealing
Towering trees house birds-a-chirping
Hear the distant roar of the waterfall
See the inhabitants, wild and pure.
The Mission
With God's good grace the father came to preach
The holy word which was out of their reach
Innocently, they put him on the cross
and threw him down the fall, without remorse.
Father Gabriel
He took the holy cross on the corpse's neck
and wore it, to carry on, with no regret
Scaled the falls, reached the tribe but remained mute
enchanted the wild natives with his flute
Uncompleted poem inspired from The Mission
