Architecture

 

In dictators’ architecture,

Neat and tidy form seduces.

We make the railways run on time

And chant a patriotic rhyme;

Till gradually we come to see

That freedom’s jumble has its uses.

 

When the inquisitive explore,

The enquiry usually finds,

By asking some awkward questions

And by risking indiscretions,

The one insurmountable truth:

Clean shapes don’t signify clean minds.

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 16th Oct 2021 16:52

Thanks to Nigel, John, Holden and Pete for liking this one.

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