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by Joseph Aragon

From the darkness emerges a spark

A sun to the moon, a man - bound ark

Looking upon a statue of a man adorned with gold

Intense and burning desire, within a man takes hold

Through fire and flame, he will carry on

Immense intentions, to infinity and beyond

First in battle, last to leave

The sun on his sword, blood on his sleeve

Award and respect, all goes to him

Over the horizon, clouds turn grim

Not yet they say, let him his fun

He walks from us now, soon he will run

Now with the world in his hand, his dreams are seized

Below his tower, the ground starts to freeze

Unguided by the warmth and power of his hand

Cobblestone shrouded in shadow turns to sand

Drawn by war and power, the eye is distracted

Unwatched and unchained, the common reacted

As quick and quiet persons converge

New and unfaithful powers emerge

Among a divided, upset people

Grows a flaming white pointed steeple

A once pure mind, becomes anew

The smoke of production, clouds their view

Rotten fruit, false democracy

Fist in the air in the land of hypocrisy

Completely surrounded by fire and smoke 

His people, once friends, the fire they stoke

Stunned and still blind, his keep crashing down

Through fire and flame, the fort joins the ground

There he stands 

In the ashes of his land

Blood on his hands

Once a god, now a man

Nothing left but an idol of his past

Long after him, time flies fast

Here we look upon a statue adorned with gold

May it remind us, of a man wherein power and ambition took hold