Our pride lies in growing big,
growing really big and beautiful
with an empirical attitude to life,
not in erasing the historical process
in our proactive projection
of animosity and false prestige.
It is in being distinct in our objectivity
and cosmopolitan creative genius
that we can excel in our world
in every sphere; in art, craft, literature
science, technology and architecture
as we had excelled in days of yore,
rather than following blindly
the footprints of the prejudiced.
Those stupid snobbish despots
who cannot do anything monumental
in their ride in power
to be remembered, go to the past
and defame their predecessors,
pinpointing their weaker side
ignoring all the good works they did.
They even defame century old men of mettle,
deface and destroy their monuments
and boastfully taste a sense of pride.
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