is cliché multiplied, as much as is a lie
built up as thick and high as castle walls,
through the solidity of repetition.
Every castle in every country
in the world was built
by marauders from abroad,
to secure their new
feudal rule, post invasion.
Home governments later adopt
the building as historical amnesia
as newer locals succeed in power,
unknowingly imitating the old invasion,
the hierarchy and enmity of divide and rule.
My home is a place of rest and focus,
a temple or a palace; an invitation to share
I would invite more people there if I knew them.
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