Staring

A rock sits on a pile of rocks.

I climb the smaller rocks beneath you and reach your throne. 

I look up and see your face

Set in stone for hundreds of years. 

You stare. Your stare into the city you once lived in

The one you once presided.

Visity daily by those greatful for your bravery. 

What do you think about all day?

Do you think at all? You must be more than stone.

Your face is so stern and serious there must be something going through your head. 

Perhaps that thought is fixed just as you are in stone. 

Perhaps daily, moment after moment, through your brain

Runs a message, one that every citizen should remember 

One that will keep our nation a float 

"A house devided against its self cannot stand"