Hollow

Here, marbled mausoleums are shields, 
Bulwarks held high, 
Deflecting dissidents and 
Denying dystopian fears with
Calmness. 
Quiet certitude enshrining traditions of
Normalcy.

Here, there is safety.
Encased by stagnation where power, 
Fragile and fleeting, 
Cowers.
Grainte columns, 
Arms of Atlas, 
shudder in the face of newness and
Urgency.

Here, there is fear.
Hollow heel-strikes ringing in 
Hollow halls echoing
Hollow hearts’ dreaming of
More.

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