UNITY

A PYRAMID ONCE STOOD

LITTLE CRACKS RACED THROUGH IT

EACH DESIRING TO BE AS BEAUTIFUL AS THE PYRAMID

THEY WERE PRIDEFULLY SPIRITED

NOW, TIME HAS CRUSHED THIS BEAUTIFUL PYRAMID

ALL THAT IS LEFT IS A SIGN AND IT READS:

HERE AMID THESE ASHES LIE SOMETHING NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN

The advice was as bitter as poison to me, but I had to swallow it.
— Mahatma Gandhi
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