Bricks and Mansions



Stripping away time,

Priding in the name,

Embracing the glories,

Closeting the mistakes away.


Beginning with desire,

So ignorant, so innocent,

Unwittingly walking into chaos,

Of rational choices and practical thoughts.

Joining the many,

An urge, a necessity,

Into the abyss of blemished sorts.


Real is the toil,

That amounts to nothing,

Whilst soaring,

With ambitions above the ground.


Starting as stepping stones,

Laying patterns of bricks,

Moulding the flexible,

Into concrete so rigid.


Changing into the inevitable,

Building glass houses,

So fragile, so brittle.

Knowing they would break,

Hurling ethics its way.


Selling lies,

 So boldly, so freely,

Deliberately hiding,

The workings of the in-betweens.


Returning nowhere,

Blinded and unaware,

Visions of success,

So tall, so real,

Blinking at monuments,

Buried under the mansion of politics.


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