Empire LostA Poem by Phill Oz O'feeThe rise and fall of an Empire ...........Empire Lost Viracocha stirred from ancient timeless slumber Thus arising from a calm and peaceful ocean depth He travelled on mythical whisper clouds to Lake Titicaca Where was fashioned the sun and all the ethnic groups
At first these new creations lay still in dormant status Emerging instantaneously only at anointed time From the most holy springs and sacred paqarina Were born the chosen few children of the sun
They ruled the land by maintaining tyrannical power Defeating all opponents with barbaric utmost force A golden rod plunged centrepiece in claimed territory So establishing an impressive ancient empire reign
Over ten million populace were governed by minority Living suppressed in the shadows of golden temples The embryonic subjects spoke thirty diverse dialects But feared as one the injustices of their cruel authority
Rebellion across the realm challenged the ruling class In tandem was incursion from foreign Hispanic power And third an epidemic invasion of invisible diseases Brought unyielding tragic demise to an empire’s soul
The largest and the richest the world had ever seen Had disappeared from high glory into ruins of a dream Broken perpetually from magnificence in past days Once spectacular to see now a disastrous downfall
Inca sheds remembrance tears of eternal displeasure Witnessed by those who know of these sad events Every time the moon eclipses his disappointed face
And favour become paler as no sacrifice is made Phillozofee @ 2017 © 2017 Phill Oz O'feeFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on August 4, 2017 Last Updated on August 4, 2017 AuthorPhill Oz O'feeWinchester, Hampshire, England, United KingdomAboutI am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..Writing
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