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
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Written on 2010-07-29 at 22:54
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