there man stood.
boastful and mighty
control within his palm
of lives and lives to come
his deeds and schemes
all hidden in the crevices
of his mind became devices
revealed to the world
in history, man has
oppressed and suppressed
sold and transgressed
but now stands at his best
etched in mother nature
stolen from the earth
to be magnified and hailed
set on high from his birth
the block of bronze cradles
the corpse of one who
lived for others' capture
in the centre of the town
my pupils wide and dancing
as the stronghold comes down
pride before the fall, they said,
and here has it arrived
in the form of the novelty
found in crimes of old
the news have come
shouts and piercing cries
to fill the void left by man
with new stories to be told
the sculptor's product sinks
to its lowest depths taking
years of blood along its trail
left to be corroded by a life
force so strong that
it isn't seen
the patina, green with mockery
the chipped tails follow suit
the reversal is forever
and can never be unseen
a/n: Was given a brief in English class to write some poetry in response to statues being taken down by protestors. This poem and the one before were submitted :D
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