They say you aren't built in a day's time
Nor in centuries as the Ottoman Empire
Neither Egyptian pyramid which negated time
But in the quiescent of moments
During the makings of a lifetime
You are born and nursed
Ready for battle any given time
Yet you are fragile depending on the hands that have fed you
Exposed on a broad daylight for the first time
You've the chance of civility
Crystallizing to the gold that once concealed the mummies
But then you can easily be gone
As snow on Blue Mountain in the smelter sun
How'd I know?
When you are no longer standing
And the nuts go yoyos
I know you've been starved
With nothing but the straw
But only on the Churchills, Lincolns and the Mandelas
The monuments of tomorrows coalesced in one piece
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