Incas
How can one speak, ‘Concretely'?
(In a shrine built on the older one)
How can one talk ‘Concretely'?
Relying on such books; libraries
How can one trust these comments?
If the enemy has written of enemy
Or unaware of the forced detainee
Churches are
Doubtlessly
Unique, Great!
But
The Churches in occupied lands
Home to absent Jesus, never in
‘A rebel'
Were right from start
Built on top of shrines
Palaces and the castles
They too
Most possibly
Were sure empty
Of the humane souls
No respect for humanity
How could Catholics, Christian Jesuits
Totally unlike their Jesus Christ-father
When talking of aboriginals be trusted
Did they ever think themselves equals?
The Incas; great brutal; stays in dark
They can't ever be known via church
Sample is boarding-school in Canada
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