I’m back and it’s 100 words time. The prompt this time from Velvetverbosity is temple:
English: View of the ghat at Banganga Tank and ruined temple of Walkeshwar, 1850. (Watercolour) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The Ruined Temple
As the house of capital falls,
The temple of wealth turns to ruins.
The richest diamonds stood proud on top,
Overseeing the spade workers below,
They now fall the furthest.
The middle clubs crumple inwards.
While the lowest break their falls.
They’ve always been the underpinnings,
The ignored bottom rungs, without which the structure could not stand.
Playing cards (Photo credit: Sarah G…)
This is what happens when the model is a pyramid.
Society relies on cohesion,
But while Kings and Queens fall,
Those numbered hearts become just as tall,
As they all now stand on the bottom line.
No longer assured of their fixed suits.
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