Civilization
Stones carved by oblivion's first cut
Stand erect, intricate in their design
Shaped, created, generated by the sentient
By creatures that once crawled up from the mud
Now builders, the lot they have become
The building blocks of life
Great walls rise against the dawn
Sun settles all while moving on
The smooth surface stands majestic, tall
Structures perfected over time's hard work
Ideas become more solid than dirt and dust
Flow into concrete cities built to last
Buildings crumble, replaced, evolve again
Glass and metals reach the sky high rise
Wars dictate color, design and purpose
Children inherit empty spaces vacated
Empires fill in the void of the survivors
Not satisfied to simply be alive
Every stone must be turned over
Every castle must be handed down
With power to the young on history's command
For a second chance to get it right
Workers find perfection in the transformation
Illusions preserved in rock as living spaces
Must become fine art and beauty for the future
Over there still being born, erected out of place
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