Song of the great zimbabwe, and silver and inca blood [poems and notes] - poetry
"Song of the Great Zimbabwe"
Across the African, winter's sky
In the Southern edge of Zimbabwe
From on top, of an Antediluvian Rock
A, vista I've longed to see, resides
A site, I've longed to meet-;
Among the best of man's feats?
A million-stones, built these antiquated walls
Some twelve-fathoms, fathoms high
Some say: a fortress, and palace, it is;
Silver and Inca Blood
In the Great Silver mines of Potosi-
Of rope laddered-steps
A farcified apparition to become
Rich-off Inca blood,
Notes: (The Inca Empire): the best guess is often that the Inca Empire was a large activity of its self; a conventional blooper at best; convoluted for sure; but for the most part, the Inca Empire was comprised of ethnic groups who were conquered into the Inca Empire, alike to the Roman, which was a city country [Empire] you might say, who under enemy control 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.
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