Lulling the sheep
To sleep
The mesmerizing hands
Of the puppeteers
Poisonous temptation
To acquiesce
Giving the dangers of decision
To the nanny
The crushing iron fist
Described in the memoirs of time
To become but a firm hug
When cloaked in a velvet facade
Relinquish unto them
Fealty to a new order
All that was old must be buried
Anything unseemly must be burned
Wake those sleeping in comfort
For there is much work for many hands
In making room for new monuments
The architect’s delineation of past horrors
Paradox 