Empires



Empires crumble to dust,
and nothing remains but delusion,
the acid bitterness of lost hopes,
the desperation of futility,
the incurable sense of failure,
and thus they all went down -
Jerusalem and Egypt, Babylon and Persia,
Athens, Rome and London,
and America will be no exception.
The truth is what survives,
the sordid underground reality,
the moles that always remain
to grind new empires to pieces,
the will that triumphs over all politics,
the destiny that reduces dreams to ashes,
the downfall of all hubris of eternity;
and all we have is shades of what we've lost
and never can retrieve again,
on which we always start again
to build new empires.





Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-07-29 at 22:54

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A great understanding and a new perception of the phrase " those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it"

I felt this very much. It mirrors my thoughts.

Thanks, Christian

Joe
2010-08-06


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Empires come and goo ,
What they did remains ,
As like a stain ,
No matter what's dun too
Remove it ,
Staining fore all time the mind's ,
The British empire ,
Now called The British Commonwealth ,
Empire by another name?
The British the craftiest of all?
Ken
2010-07-30


J. E.
Circles and circles and more circles.

"the sordid underground reality"

I really like the sound of that. Neat.
2010-07-29