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Way of Life: Rhymes of the Inca
Pizarro (Spanish conquistador ((1525))
The blind follow the blind The dumb follow the fool But the cleaver, like 'Pizarro,' (who could not read or write) Followed human-nature? And ruled the Inca world!
Thus, Atahualpa was Beheaded out of pride and Indolence-: one might say, And ignorance ruled? .
Note: don Francisco Pizarro #689 5/27/05
Cepeda the Sly [Lima, Per?-l546 AD]
Cepeda the Sly-, judge With two sides; one false, One pride-both mixed with lies.
#694/5/30/2005
Antonio de Robles [Cuzco, Per?-1547 AD]
He was a '?heartless wretch!' A man who would not bend No mans friend?
He met his prophetic fate In defeat, on the streets Swinging from a Cuzco tree!
#695 5/2005
General Quizquiz [Cuzco--1533 AD]
The bravest of them all- Was General Quizquiz Inca General of Peru
Who harassed the Spanish Conquistadors- Thru and thru?
In Cuzco, He fought each day His immortal enemies; and With a storm, Quizquiz
In concert, butcher alive, The conquistadors- By and by? .
Note: #692 5/31/05
The Revenge of:
Titu-Atauchi [1527-1533 AD]
Sancho de Cuellar Court Clerk at Athualpa's trial Was once, one of thirteen, now The only one? (no heroism in his blood) Captured by the Inca prince
Titu-Atauchi-
(no longer mocked the Inca King?) Now the scapegoat For Athualpa's killing?
Thus, this day he had no words To worsen his own trail (not like he did with the Inca King) Thereupon, he was executed By the prince, for testimony
In Spanish
Note: Titu-Atauchi, brother to the Inca king Atahualpa; #693 5/2005
The Leyenda Negra
Se dice, que la Leyenda Negra, fue el tiempo de los conquistadores de Per?, principalmente aquellos de Espa?a; podr?as decir que ?ste fue un tiempo igual a la Edad del Oscurantismo en Europa. Estos poemas son acerca de la gente que vivi? a trav?s de este tiempo; sus testimonios escritos ahora tradici?n. El fracaso de defender a Per? en contra de las fuerzas renovadas de Europa fue la fatalidad sobre Per?. Este per?odo en el pasado cercano ha sido de poco inter?s para muchos, pero ahora es visto como historia formativa para Per?, rica y apasionante para el lector. Ricardo Palma fue en parte mi inspiraci?n para esta parte del libro. D?jeme tambi?n a?adir, ?ste fue el tiempo del Imperio de los Incas, que mantuvieron su supremac?a hasta este final.
Pizarro I (Conquistador espa?ol (1525))
El ciego sigue al ciego El mudo siguen al idiota Pero el inteligente, como "Pizarro", (quien no pod?a leer o escribir) sigui? a la naturaleza-humana... ?Y gobern? al Mundo Inca!
As?, Atahualpa fue Decapitado fuera de orgullo e Indolencia-: uno podr?a decir, Y la ignorancia gobern?...
Nota: Don Francisco Pizarro #689 27 de mayo del 2005
Cepeda el Astuto II [Lima, Per?-1546 Despu?s de Cristo]
Cepeda el Astuto-, juzg? Con dos lados; uno falso, Otro orgullo?ambos mezclados con mentiras.
#694 30 de mayo del 2005
Antonio de Robles III [Cuzco, Per?-1547 Despu?s de Cristo]
??l era un '?despiadado desgraciado'! Un hombre que no se doblegar?a No amigo de hombres ? ?l encontr? su destino prof?tico En derrota, sobre las calles ?Balance?ndose de un ?rbol de Cuzco!
#695 Mayo 2005
General Quizquiz IV [Cuzco - 1533 Despu?s de Cristo]
El m?s valiente de todos ellos- Fue el General Quizquiz General Inca del Per?
Quien acos? a los conquistadores espa?oles- De arriba a abajo ?
En Cuzco, ?l luch? cada d?a A sus enemigos inmortales; y Con una tormenta, Quizquiz
En concierto, descuartiz? vivo, Los conquistadores- Mientras el tiempo pasaba.
Nota: #692 31 de mayo del 2005
Poet/Author, Dennis Siluk, is very much aware of the Traditions of the Peruvian past, and expresses this in his four simple poems dealing with the Spanish Conquest of Peru. [inspired by Ricardo Palma] http://dennissiluk.tripod.com


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