[Written for the Sentinel]


I builded me an house.Much worldly wisdom formed its base;Its massive walls were held in placeBy trust in self and pride of power:Ambition crowned its lofty tower.

And so I built. It far outstrippedThe first mark set for height of it.My pride increased. I thought to showMy brother that he built too slowAnd carefully. My house would standA thing of beauty in the land,My handiwork! I turned to look,But as I turned, the building shook;I saw its massive walls give way;It crumbled like a thing of clay.I bowed my head. Beneath the skyThat domed my house, dust mounted high!My loss was more than I could bear;My anger rose, then, in despairI cried aloud, It is not justFor years to harvest ruin, rust!

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