hollow creation

slave away, slave away
show off my supremacy
with external monuments
disguise my furious and cursing heart

a few pyramids
a sphinx or two
all built by rule of thumb
and an unlimited supply of labour

no philosophy
no science
no intellectual joy

my justification is from god
the punishments I bestow
far outweigh with the offences
I have suffered

my kingdom
a gigantic monument to emptiness
a tour de force of pompous sterility
life is preparation for death



Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2012-03-12 at 16:38

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Ferenc Inigo Beck
Well said!
2012-04-20