Glass Monuments

Glass monuments gather dust.
The shelves of our halls are full.
They remind us of victories.
Our conquests stand tall.

Now the square is destroyed.
Rubble and decay are piled high.
They are the spoils of a lost war.

The monuments were saved.
Without them none could remember.

Even so we forget again today.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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