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Split as in — split as what? Split as lighted —
Towers as the Eiffel, divides night sky?
Split, you gleam luminescent sighted,
E’n from dim, breathless outer-space’s high.
Did you, majestic tower, split classes?
Levels of archaic demeaning,
Serf, merchants — the King’s ‘Tonne’ harassing.
No food, left starving; the tower stood gleaming.
A literal divide; noble heads rolled.
De Vince’s Masterpiece, a deep chasm?
Perhaps, it stands for more — collaboration?
Witless tyrants passed, yet the world spasms.
Eiffel bright, you’ve witnessed such great errors;
Hope people change — that we’re not all terrors.
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