There seems to me a grandiose plan
To trick the mind into believingThat stones and mirrors enable one
To mimic the ways of the divine.
Colossal palaces, vast spaces
Portraits etched on stones and canvases
Create the illusion that everyone else
Is there to serve gods and goddesses.
Should greatness be a thing of birth
Or cast by wit or skill or fate
Does skin's color and dwelling's place
Define who a person is?
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