His cold face of glass
froze the world with its stare
unaware of the foreboding collapse
perhaps his eyes are sewed shut
he is Nicholas II
and every bourgeois ass
he is imperialism at its peak
Man's potential at a point of no return
burn the ember deep within
with an arsonist's light touch
much to the disdain of Mr. Green
mean son of a bitch. That man
is Nicholas II
or perhaps too much credit...
The rock throws of Mexicans over a fence
Mubarak on his knees
shattered man at his limit,
at the edge.
If the Grand Canyon is beauty
it's safe to say
it has nothing to do with broken man.
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