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Song of the Great Zimbabwe, and Silver and Inca Blood [Poems and notes]
"Song of the Great Zimbabwe" Across the African, winter's sky In the Southern edge of Zimbabwe From on top, of an Ancient Rock A, vista I've longed to see, resides A site, I've longed to meet-; Among the greatest of man's feats? A million-stones, built these ancient walls Some twelve-fathoms, fathoms high Some say: a fortress, and palace, it is; #747 7/2/05 Silver and Inca Blood In the Great Silver mines of Potosi- (Inca Indians) Carry Of rope laddered-steps And A farcified vision to become Rich-off Inca blood, #744 7/1/05 Notes: (The Inca Empire): the assumption is often that the Inca Empire was a large enterprise of its self; a common mistake at best; complicated for sure; but for the most part, the Inca Empire was comprised of ethnic groups who were subjugated into the Inca Empire, similar to the Roman, which was a city nation [Empire] you might say, who subjugated the whole world into its Roman Empire; likewise, so did the Incas of South America. Thus, by treaties or threats of war, the Inca Empire grew with subgroups to a mighty Empire. Dennis Siluk, Poet his site is at http://dennissiluk.tripod.com his most recent book, "Spell of the Andes."
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