When did we substitute hubris for style;
do you think it is simply my aesthetic?
When I see straight lines, I cannot smile,
near carved entablature; it’s so pathetic.
Although, I’m only one voice in this song,
I believe we sacrificed our artistry for ego.
Even though future years prove me wrong,
we’ve bartered surety for swagger’s glow.
I understand carved facades, enamel color
expired as our phallic symbols grew taller.
Challenging the cosmos, at stars we holler.
Buildings higher, understanding smaller.
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
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