Solitude and Elegance: Cruel Duality

Still and Standing

In all our glory we proudly stand
sometimes so very much still,
sometimes wobbling in sand.

What is it we do, or feel, or say?
What is it we eager to accuse,
Or blame? Forcing us to be at bay,
Or living to the full abuse.

No matter what we pretend
To be, or to act, or how to behave.
Still we remain, powerless to blend,
Standing meaninglessly not so brave.

Monument created in 1957 in homage to the arrival of the germans in Petrópolis city in the 19th century.

Picture credits:
This picture belongs to my personal archive.
1/250s f/8 24 mm | ISO 100 | NIKON D3400

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October 8th, 2020 Peace and All Good, @manandezo!