Monument of Pride
A poetic reflection on how stories of past glory are passed down, while younger generations quietly carry the burdens and consequences left behind.
05 Feb, 2026
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Yeah, such a nice tale
It is to tell—
The wombs that have borne many
Being yet unborn;
There it was, erected: a “Monument of Pride,”
Raised in the oldies’ youth,
So they like to tell the tale—
Often to unwilling young ears
That count it a spell of the “Monument-”
Of the “War,” the “Peace-” to keep behind His back, loosing, and,
Still, growing bitterness for their posterity.
To the Warring and the Peace, bravo! But the tension within hits as bullets; we cannot march along to protect nothing—
It is only worthwhile for Him and those of His.
They have amassed plenty over their decades
And crashed the glory of our century—
A thing the oldies cannot see.
So they remain behind His back,
And continue telling their tale
To their often worried posterity in a "peaceful country."
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