Oh beauty, those obsolete obelisks,
Glow in the golden evening sun,
Bathed in golden showers,
We have golden light poles, golden buildings,
Golden light poles, they line all streets,
Bathed in golden glow, their bulbs all lit,
Beautiful coal and oil again electrifies us,
We prostrate and pray, rises in unison,
'Our king is great and benevolent,
Such beauty was never seen' ,
This earth glows all gold,
Yet hard to ignore Alex Pretti, so too other images,
So many...conscience still awake, still pokes its head,
Yes need for more focused chaos,
For us to prostrate and pray, that golden prayer...
Poem by Pc-3 (02/05/2026)
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