I wondered;
wherein were the masons-
grazed my fingers upon, those decaying walls,
of your city-
ghost quiet, decanted of time's venom.

.

The dust encamps on the roads;
Footprints erased off the mud.
door perished by termites-
wherein someday,
you lay imprisoned.

.

I wondered;
what happened to the tyrant-
embellished upon;
the trenches where you hid.

.

I looked around,
and found the masons at work-
raising stones on the soil.
You stood with the tyrant;
similing within.

.

How many cities shall you build,
how many more walls shall rise?-
tell me how long, before the tides of the rampant sea
knocks them over again.

You shall still cower in your cage,
whipped by the tyrant within.

.

Let the horses loose;
run free-
for once, run free.