Round and round
we go again
Falling in line
one at a time
Pushing the sun through the sky
to appease the gods
we leave our tribute
temples of wealth
and decay
Because somethings never fade
and civilizations after all, never fall
Monuments we thought
to stand the test of time
Forgotten soldiers
buried in ground
speak truer
of the price we pay
than any statue we could ever erect
But the march goes on
whether or not
we agree with its direction
Whatever it takes
to survive

04/14/2008

Posted on 04/15/2008
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