Sunday, 6 November 2011

2001

2001
It's a great year
For a country to
Capitulate
America the great
The gleaming white
Senate
In bloom
The fulcrum of
The wheel
Ball bearings loosen
The Capital cannot hold
Now wobbles Horribly
greatness scattered
Its nobility in particles.

A flower dethroned,
Scurrying seed to the wind.

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