A drop of water one might say
Isn’t all that much
Dehydrates in the light of day
To smaller drops and such
As all things to waste away
Regardless how we clutch
Fingers cannot contain spray
Continue losing touch
What happens when that drop
Has another one and more
That drop repeated over
Becomes a puddle on the floor
A pond, a lake, a river
Where trillions of drops roar
In time even a drop becomes
Too impressive to ignore
Or dripping on a cliff face
An endless repetition
Sub atomic jack-hammers
Microscopic demolition
Eventual erosion
A gradual transition
Observe the vast canyon
Mountains carved by attrition
How the mighty topple
When saddled with fruition
The grandiose are taken down
By the weight of their ambition
The solitary crumble
Exposed to exhibition
Empire and eternity
All consumed by attrition
People so certain – intransigent
Fueled by a racist tradition
Ignorance demanding others repent
Prosecuting the new inquisition
Morality as an impediment
Missionary imposition
Faced with piety insufficient
Respond with an act of contrition
Punish the sick and the indigent
For their pathetic condition
Emaciated by their nourishment
Infected by the physician
Prosecute empire without relent
World crumbling in submission
The justifications fraudulent
Felled by our own ammunition
How the mighty topple
When saddled with fruition
The grandiose are taken down
By the weight of their ambition
The solitary crumble
Exposed to exhibition
Empire and eternity
All consumed by attrition
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