Poem.
The cornerstone of society
Built on those who can never leave
Built on hopes and dreams
Built on the grounds of humanity
Built on the lives of many
Built on the deaths of revolutionaries
Building the lives
We live today
Building the graves
We fill today
We are the architects
That created the design
We are the architects
That crossed the line
We are the people
Perfect,but crippled
We are the apples
That fell too far from the tree
We are the fruits
With tainted seeds
We are the cross
That burns in a lake
We are the product
Of mutual blame
We are the people
That cant see
The blind leading the blind
Trying to find an answer
To our crippled lives
We are the answer
To a question never asked
We are the infestation
Of an unprecedented attack
We are the architects
That created the design
We are the architects
That crossed the line
We are what we are
We are what we are
So let us be
Even if we aren’t deserving
So let us be
Because we’re human beings
So let us be,
Let us be
We created what we see
We created what we believe
We created what we’ve made
We created what we’ve saved
We as beings
Deserve everything
We as people
Understand very little
We are who we are
We are who we are
And we are
The architects of our own lives
Building what we can
With what little we have
Using our skills
To help us build
We are
The architects
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