Pillars

Clustered communal visions from birth of civilization
rise in the untried innocent ambitions,
seek an entrance through their obsessive grasp
to a guarantee their shining moment in time
will be a sunrise and never a sunset.

Society carved by political engineer waves patriotism's flaming banner
over the misery endured that their torch of glory
would be sculpted in passionate artistry
set in permanence through stone and brick, pedestals of their zeal,
never feared will crumble,
each positivism's prophet tongue
vows defiantly that their foundation shall not pass away
into the dust and rubble remaining
as the legacy remember for ancient souls
who carved their initials in time's mountains,
but never gained the illusionary mantle of fame's immortality.

Receipt for their trial and ardor,
specific to their culture's personality.
New citadel erected on the mounds of predecessor,
following the cycle of human need to dream and create an utopia,
which like the heart that beats so hard with desire,
these pillars of vanity too will sleep in a graveyard
having headstones decapitated over their hopes of becoming divine,
stories left behind in the cracks
only told by the wind with ghostly moans of lament.