The New Grand Tour Poem by Madrason .
The New Grand Tour
All becomes a new
while we all gaze and view
amazed at the marvels
and marbles of time
we polish away
their veneer
and no picture
remains clear
to clearly remind us
of such great history
indeed ‘t is our greed
our so called eager-
ness to feed the need
to say I've been there
and seen all it' s glory
we all kill and wilfully
‘Vene, vidi, vici',
that which we fear
will once disappear!M
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