they tore down the paintings;
they tore down the walls themselves.
and all to deconstruct a world
they would later attempt to reconstruct.
but reconstruction through deconstruction
is never an easy task;
never something looked upon in a noble light.
for the kings,
with their regal gowns,
would hang
these men shattering the windows
so that people could truly
see the world.

they stepped to right of their left hemispheres;
they stepped out of their bodies completely.
and demanded that each of us
do the same in whatever way we could.
but we couldn't, and we wouldn't,
because the life of comfort
is always something gained by keeping the poor in the dark.
for the poor,
with their simple hearts, would cry
out to these men tearing down art,
and shield their eyes
from the sun.

they shouted to the kings -- "ignorance!"
they shouted to the poor -- "blindness!"
and all to reach the gods,
who smiled down on all of mankind.
but mankind, never could seem to smile
when trying to reach the gods,
who lived in a world of infinite time, space, and color.
for the gods,
with skin the color of water, would watch
all of these men leaving no stone unturned,
when all they had to do was look
to the stars.