Friday, November 21, 2014


Among the blocks of the establishment
a flawless rise bolted your trust; 

success was cement,
all loose notions were pebble-dashed.  

Now you revise:
the establishment, its self-righteous system:  

how many bodies like you
have fallen from the sides to point the pyramid?  

And how many times did you skate over principles,
that I remember, you once held dearly? 

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