Mayan Temples in the Dust
Lofty sights to see I must
Continue in this frame of mind
Guess I just don't know the time
Sunlight glints upon the shield
That lay before the tombs in fields
The crows aloft speak in rhymes
Waiting for the better time
The moon she races to and fro
As if to say, oh yes I know
What took place here so long ago
The men in armor
The men of black
Took their spirits
That won't come back
The crops then languish in the field
The children starve, it was so real
The grateful soil, blood soaked by steel
Fade to black and the mound is sealed
Why this is, it does not show
Men are cruel, I guess you know
They take the lives of peaceful folk
Like thieves in night they are no joke
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