I destroy the pillars shattered,
To be fair I contrast with the good
Offered to me as the plates are hot
And sticky, feeding everybody who eats.
I seek the offending broth,
One essence pervades, and accomplices
Are about to wisely stutter,
And shatter the glass.
This glassy object, that made me
Swear my strength,
Enraptures my soul as if the world
Denigrated my people but not me.
The pillars are like medicine,
Fulfilling the ancient task of closing
The brain with medicine so solid
In its mimicry, the same task
Has to be agreed.
Why do reasons come from afar?
They close the mouths of some
Who dare to strive in the ways of some.
Destroy the pillars and replicate
An act so well delivered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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