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Mansa Musa
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Created on 10-4-07
To begin our story,
We travel far to Egypt,
On our mile long Caravan.
Where the mummies lie in the crypt,
While Mansa Musa gets a sun tan.
Found in a town,
Where public prayers are told.
Supporting the holy preaching,
And giving out gold,
Where greedy hands go reaching.
Back in the empire,
The masques began to rise,
By little suggestion,
With the choice that’s wise,
Bringing Islam to attention.
With a growth in prosperity,
The city limits expand,
As a skilled military leader,
He ordered a command,
With a 100,000 army greeter.
Mansa Musa,
Possibly Sundiata’s grandnephew,
As Generous as free gold,
He ruled until 1332,
With his stories still unfold.
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Mind you, A friend and I wrote this for extra credit in history class, it is on an Mansa Musa. If you do not know who he is google it or something... lol
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