Great was the fall of the house on the sand
despite its many fine trappings,
which became nothing but rubbish
as they washed out into the sea.
Gone were the dreams
of the life of the world
that had built it.
And great was the demise
of the man made by men,
whose pedestals came down
and whose bullhorns were silenced.
His back was no longer there
for the pats
it once received.
And sad were the days
left in the wake of these,
hollow, with nothing to show.
Disillusioned people wondering
what had happened to the things
in which they once put
such faith.
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