Tears of Alexander the Great What is going on, what is this warm substance on my cheek, this despicable, iridescent liquid, am I crying, I who have concurred the very veil of reality, I who am surrounded by wealth and fortune, encased by diamonds, I who have caused the demise of beast after beast, no, I cannot be crying, crying is for those who care, those who don’t have enough, those who have lost or haven’t lived; if I’m crying it is for all the people who are shedding tears, for I cannot be crying, as my dream is now a reality, nature sways, civilizations bow, rebellions crushed, my place secure, and I am eternal, eternally alone, I am crying, and as droplets hit the ground, more and more follow, until it begins to rain, to pour, and the world finally cries. by Alexa Forgacs ’31 19
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