WWCD?

With Cuba in the rearview mirror
You land in Veracruz
with ships of tired men,
Aztecs to the west
and no way home
the rest of it gone,
ablaze in the Caribbean,
the tides pulling the ashes out to sea
and I understand; I'm with you on this;
when there's no way home
you've got to make your home
where you are, with what you have left,
and all I have left is a good sword
but that's all I need now,
the house, the job,
the marriage, the money
Burn it all, fuckers,
go ahead, I dare you.