They stand, these sentinels of human pride, that ask
Silent questions, shouting out from the past in stone
Where once walked feet brought here by many urgent tasks
Now stand we, gaping.

The mighty raised each edifice that all might see
The depth of dominion they could summon forth
A legacy of tears, of wars from sea to sea,
Or maybe wisdom.

Could they guess the lessons their history would teach,
Each one who strutted proud and strong upon life’s stage?
When their sun shone and these proud buildings were upraised,
Did they sleep nights?

E.M. Swift-Hook

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