Elsie
Why this time? Why our culture?
Has the beauty of our palace not fade away?
Is it on a high ground we stand to quench defeat?
What say ye, Elsie?
Crimes of the past -
Bone in my throat!
Saving the face for heinous crimes -
A sculpture with hidden doors.
Innocent look - emblem of the horned prince.
Alarm raised! Our loins exposed -
Caught in the act - a mere show of shame;
In the sight you see this.
Loss of decency attained; like a crest on our badge.
Deceit celebrated - victory we say,
Elsie - a lost shadow chasing dreams never to be born.
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