A Poem of Buildism

[simonheros]

The site is falling as if it were a boulder
We're feeling as if
We're getting the cold shoulder

We are the peasants
Being told we're free
But we question that
As if we were a democracy

The site has potential
But as one we rebel
And join our own sides
From happiness to denial

We are two of the same
And unique to the twist
Some quite insane
But our minds locked behind the rain

It pours as the light recedes to the back
We have left and returned
Veterans of our war
Where are we now?

I am scared of progress
The world is questioning me
We're all leaving
And the authority will be a re-enactment to Congress

Feeling a deep sadness we're an oval
We don't fit together
So we've become part of a square

Authority recedes
We mourn and abuse our freedom
It's a chain of life
I wonder if there was a knife behind it all
to stick behind our backs...

Po3m by3 simonheros

If you read it you will understand it all.