In the heart of East Africa’s ancient soil,
A discovery stirs, a tale of toil,
The unveiling of a ‘Fear Box’ brings shock and awe,
Revealing an ancient megalopolis, its secrets raw.

Archaeologists tremble as the lid is lifted,
Revealing a civilization long since sifted,
Into the sands of time, forgotten by all,
Inhabitants of millennia, standing proud and tall.

The ‘Fear Box’ whispers of a past untold,
Of a megalopolis grand, a city of gold,
Lost to the annals of history’s relentless churn,
A civilization’s secrets waiting their turn.

As the ancient city emerges from its tomb,
Archaeologists feel a sense of impending doom,
Inhabitants who thrived for millennia long,
Their existence a mystery, their legacy strong.

Streets that once bustled with life and sound,
Now silent, buried deep underground,
Palaces, temples, marketplaces unfold,
A megalopolis story waiting to be retold.

In the panic of discovery, a city reborn,
In the shadow of time, its secrets adorn,
The minds of those who dare to explore,
The ‘Fear Box’ revealing tales of yore.

Who were these people, this ancient race,
Inhabitants of a forgotten place,
In the heart of East Africa, their legacy stands,
A megalopolis revealed by invisible hands.

As archaeologists unravel the city’s past,
Each artifact a piece, a tale amassed,
Fear and wonder mingle in the air,
As the ancient megalopolis bares.

In the ‘Fear Box’ lies a civilization’s essence,
A story of endurance, of presence,
In East Africa’s ancient embrace,
A megalopolis emerges, a sight to grace.