This collosal structure
Stand on frail pillars
Over an unsound basement.
The sins of injustice
Infused into the veins
Stands to pollute.
At the mercy
Of the raging multitudes
Throws a face of cowardice.
Unless the consciousness
Revolt against reality,
We stand no choice.
Survival seems obsolete,
As the basement cracks
To give way for the pillars
To bring down the edifice
Down at the feet of the captive
To sink the load,
Seems an ardous task
For the past
Weighs heavily
Against odds around.
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4 comments:
Just a question... Shouldn't it be "Stand to pollute."? (Last line, first stanza)
It reminded me of the death of Porthos, The Man in the Iron Mask
Peace.
brill.. gr8 blog u ve here.. n kartz is right.. it indeed reminds one of porthos s death!
Yes, a small spelling mistake.
Dark side sometimes comes 2 the front. Thanks.
@ Matangi Mawley,
Sometimes it does take sometime to realise. Thanks and hope 2 c u more often.
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