Monuments turn to ruins
Each chiseled stone covered
with weeds, woven
in time, nature always triumphs
its children grounded
for breaking curfew
Cities rise, thrive, fall, rot
under a Sun that
in time
fade into quiet insignificance
Earth, unchanging
a fiction
for Time plays its
symphony not for humans
its notes too few and deep
in a lifetime.
Unspoken Politics 