Ruins Of Great Zimbabwe

By Anonymous

An archaeologist digs in the ruins;

Finding a thing or two;

Rallying when they find something;

In the ruins of Great Zimbabwe;

Clawing, digging, for the treasure that lay beneath;

All of them knew of the palaces and gold;

None of them knew of the ancient cultures that still linger;

Still buried beneath the rubble.

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