These Andean summits
As high as the sky
Were where I once nested
Beyond them I'd fly
And I'd shadow the valleys
And jungle and stream
In a kingdom of clouds
On an Inka sun beam
Atahualpa they called me
My people below
As I raised them above
All the seeds that they sow
For my beak could speak volumes
My talons could write
And my wings were a symbol
Of freedom in flight
Yet to see from my heights
And be one with the winds
Was to sacrifice all
Of their dollars and sins
Which beckoned much sweeter
Then carrion choirs
And tasted delicious
To carnal desires
A belly of maggots
Then filled me with darkness
To scavenge a life
On an emptiness carcass
The once bird of prey
Who so countered these cultures
Was brought to their level
To feast with the vultures
Whose Gods ***** and ravaged
The lessons I taught
Then they slaughtered my kind
In the wars that they fought
Still some look to my peaks
In the stormiest weather
But all that remains
Is an acid rain feather
Now lost to the zephyrs
My species extinct
I'm as dead to their world
As the legends I've inked
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC
These Andean summits
As high as the sky
Were where I once nested
Beyond them I'd fly
And I'd shadow the valleys
And jungle and stream
In a kingdom of clouds
On an Inka sun beam
Atahualpa they called me
My people below
As I raised them above
All the seeds that they sow
For my beak could speak volumes
My talons could write
And my wings were a symbol
Of freedom in flight
Yet to see from my heights
And be one with the winds
Was to sacrifice all
Of their dollars and sins
Which beckoned much sweeter
Then carrion choirs
And tasted delicious
To carnal desires
A belly of maggots
Then filled me with darkness
To scavenge a life
On an emptiness carcass
The once bird of prey
Who so countered these cultures
Was brought to their level
To feast with the vultures
Whose Gods ***** and ravaged
The lessons I taught
Then they slaughtered my kind
In the wars that they fought
Still some look to my peaks
In the stormiest weather
But all that remains
Is an acid rain feather
Now lost to the zephyrs
My species extinct
I'm as dead to their world
As the legends I've inked
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