Atop twelve Pillars
Built hundreds feet up
Tall, unwaivering
Stands twelve Friendships

Through thick and thin
These pillars stand
Wear and tare dare
Challenge not

Over the centuries
Unbreakable broke
Unwavering waivered
Foundations crumbled

Some of twelve faded
Perhaps fell
Perhaps weathered
Some seem far away.

Of twelve only one
Remains atop its
Foundations
Where have they gone?

Where are the pieces.
Where is the builder.
Where are the peoples?
Where have the good people gone?