Chests.
Puffed up in the glowing shadows,
Of a gloating buffoon.
Given permission to daily chip away,
At the structures of established foundations.
As a madness applauded,
Reaches closer to an intended disaster.
Exposing the clowns who stood around.
Profoundly arrogant.
While their own circus tent,
Burns down to the ground.
Ruining what their founding fathers created.
Believing this,
With assistance of their impressive ignorance.
Will leave them left perceived as heros.
And a destruction that benefits,
All.
Enthralled to have witnessed it.
Glorified and celebrated.
To later document to have been for them,
An historic event!
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