Big guns again.
No speakee well
But plain.
Again, again—
And they shall tell
The Spanish Main
The Dollar from the Cross.
Big guns again.
But peace to thee,
Andean brain.
Again, again—
Peace from his Mystery
The King of Spain,
That defunct boss.
Big guns again,
Atahualpa,
Imperator Inca—
Slain.
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