Upon this rock we erect monuments to our aspirations, men of power and of wealth are praised for monuments, as they trample those who laid the work, as they drove out those that called this rock their home, for greed destroys everything, with the sands of time these monuments will erode, as the wind blows and the rains fall these monuments will lose their hold, men will die and more will come, with every passing day nature will take these monuments away, for if we found a way to be, to live in perfect harmony, each man a monument he would be.

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