At your prime
A national monument you were
Housing rich history
Vast amount of knowledge laid in your hall
Stories of the past
Projections of the future
Your shelves
A beautiful array of words
Gradually we saw your decline
As your doors shut
And the dust made your hall its abode
Spiders ruled your halls
The thoughts of great minds
Turned to rubles.
No one enters your hall to seek
Knowledge.
