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Apr 2019
Chips, chips! Marbles!
Chips off the block
From marble to rubies
To granite and pearls

AllΒ Β off the block
Tower highly high
In mighty Eiffel's image

Chips, pointing hands
Laugh spitefully
at the block
"We are masters"
They say

"If that were so"
Says I, mighty leopard
Then would my spots
So change to blue

"Alas"! says father tortoise
If it were true
Then my legs would
Carry me
In Hermes' sandals

Yet, they see not
That they are but
Shadows cast from
Ancient, blunt, mirrors.
History repeats itself
arthur samuel papa
Written by
arthur samuel papa  22/M/Ghana
   Shiv Pratap Pal
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