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Three sisters,
sustenance of ancient nations
pyramids reaching skyward,
connecting to the universe,
it's treasures and despairs,
a staircase to mysteries
untold.
Three sisters
fed the Mayans,
the Incas,
in life,
in strength,
in conquering
for the greater good.
Blood was spilled
and spilled again.
Still
three sisters remained resolute,
maize, squash and beans,
tender fodder for the warlike,
who missed the message
in the spicing,
the innovative beauty
of the day to day sisters eyes
cast blue
for both kith and kin.