A Worker Reads History - Bertolt Brecht

Like a hotel at a party, you don't really want to leave at the end of it. Holding on to the end of the world(tm).
A plural system collectively known as Sans. Constituent Parts are:
swozi, HOLLY, *MF, narra + hangers on. 31, Tired, Furry, here because a bunch of friends decided this was where they were crashing for the foreseeable future. Accidentally turned this into our primary location because it made us pretty comfortable, honestly.
(it's pronounced vox, by the way.)
A Worker Reads History - Bertolt Brecht
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Who built the seven gates of Thebes?
The books are filled with names of kings.
Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone?
And Babylon, so many times destroyed.
Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima's houses,
That city glittering with gold, lived those who built it?
In the evening when the Chinese wall was finished
Where did the masons go? Imperial Rome Is full of arcs of triumph. Who reared them up?
Over whom
Did the Caesars triumph? Byzantium lives in song.
Were all her dwellings palaces? And even in Atlantis of the legend
The night the seas rushed in,
The drowning men still bellowed for their slaves.
It's a well known fact that a good proportion of people in Rome lived in smaller versions of the Colosseum, by the way.