hollow creation
slave away, slave awayshow 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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