Upheaval

June 12th, 2014

Upheaval

Empty plates and abandoned lots

Scar the City Planner's plots, 

Revealing ghosts to each passerby

That dreams are sometimes built on the lie

Of men who rose to considerable wealth 

At the cost of their paid slave's health.

Some idols stand while others crumbled.

Old behemoths never humbled

Over time; still menacing 

New construction replenishing

What was once the bragging right

Of each and all who beheld the sight.

Churning wheels grind away

The rusted girth of yesterday.

Paved glitter. Something new.

Renewed hope. Is that you?

Please stay.