pushed across wet sand
mortar and ropes were their tools
limestone made it smooth,
day and night they worked by the
thousands the stories go...
many died and many lived because
of one man's ego and throughout
the years they became a wonder
but not for those who knew better,
destiny regulates our souls
legacies are just trivial pursuits,
we no longer own our future
the past easily forgotten
and when we see all is amiss
we point our fingers to today...
the wealthy control the workers
the workers control the air
nothing is accomplished without
the sacrifice of the workers who
is seen as a expendable commodity.
March16, 2024
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