Dreams of Gold in the chest of our brains
Are made to go in the quest of our gains
Some rust when the ores are old
Other thrive when the story is told.
Great mansions in the impulse of thought
Gain unction when the people are taught
How to master n direct the monster in a way
To erect the giant lies in their brains.
In this way the bottle is broken
Or let's say the mountain is taken
For a world we've been waiting
To take form for its naked.
Great mansions in the impulse of thought Gain unction when the people are taught How to master n direct the monster in a way To erect the giant lies in their brains. liked this stanza very much. thoughts, impulses. teaching. lies, brain. so many thoughts put together well. thank you. tony
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An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. A witty creation Kojo. Thanks for sharing.