Pyramids rising into the atmosphere, marking the place
of an ancient civilization, that once thrived and lived
vibrantly.
Now tourists file through, buying gifts and things, pay-
ing for modern day things depicting what once used to go
on and be, back in days of old.
Truths no longer able to be heard for the centuries have
covered them with many lies and illusions of people who
have no idea what happened or what caused them to disappear
in history.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem