Mayas and Incas
Elderlies accept hi,
Both Rome and Esfahan
In the room and alone
Jam-e-jam in front
I see the underworld
For you it, is the womb
Sacred things of your past
Worthless modern, has erased
Undergrounds, and tunnels
Bring facts to surface
Up, where sees sky
Is built on what was once.
Same is with occupied
Super Mayas; and Incas
Turned to church; palaces
I won’t look, feel ashamed.
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