How we rove to find fault lines
Along the beggars’ crust.
Drunkards at our temples’ wines
Before they fall to dust,
And all we crave, and all that shines
Is eaten o’er with rust.

Kingdoms built up single-handed
Walling out their friend.
Blood and water have demanded:
Evaporation is their end.
The fools have all disbanded
Repackaged to transcend.

Governments so small
One mere ruler need preside.
Taxes levied all,
But none will thus divide.
We have built our gates so tall
To neglect the space inside!

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