O, by thy virtue of aesthetic contemplation in underfunded museums
May you find white walls as immaculate as the ones of sacred asylums
Where pilgrims safely experience ‘transcendence’ and worship away
While the not cultured and clean enough on that Mona Lisa day
Keep tearing apart, looting and investing in pains and plans
To uproot what is left of our holy daily dreams.
If to get to the Sphinx is a shallow cat and mouse play
It could just as well be screaming
Talking to deaf stupidity and confusion
While they run hollow to their graves.
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