A moment of silence

Throughout ages,
From one civilization to another,
A feast for the eyes,
And for the mind,
Monuments tower up,
Imposing and spacious,
Strong and ambitious,
Like the walls of China,
Marvelous and symmetrical,
Like the pyramids of Egypt,
Slender and magnificent,
Like the cathedrals,
Forbidden and inspiring...

Their uncommonly dimensions,
Their cohesion,
As well as their being

Our pride and joy,
Send us back to the mists of time,
To the human tide,
That,
Often for nothing,
Has struggled and worked
For the glory of the world masters.

From generation to generation,
Through a collection of prose
And poems,
With great pomp,
They’ve sung of
These monuments
Of historical greatness,
As well as of their occupants
Taking pride in them:
The kings and the queens,
The princes and the princesses,
The knights and the nobles

And their less noble heirs.

However,
In this atmosphere of joy, pride and glory,
Not a word of pity for
And gratitude to
Those men, women and children,
Sacrificed for
The conception
As well as for the erection
Of these grandiose works,
Brick by brick,
Stone by stone,
Pound of cement by pound of cement.

Then,

On behalf of these anonymous people,
Let us have a moment of silence.