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Look here in
this vacant place Innocents were killed to make way for progress. Four-storied boxes or human hives they stack us in and call it life, make way for progress. I don't choose to live by way of trend. Nor live without a view of animals nor trees nor land. The more boxes they raise, the less I comprehend. Make way for progress, not humanity. Build it build it and they will come, forget the jobs, the wages, the human hives will hum. So what if it is with misery? We pay off our loans in double-hell. The bankers the developers build at will. We bailed them out so they could kill........... our cuLtuRe, EnVironmMeNt, sPirIt, perhaps its their Vulture process, molding our free will? No more boxes no more BOXES for me. I am free. My neighborhood is being ughlified. People who've lost their jobs and are being left behind. And their mortgages are being bought out by the same three groups of greedy developers behind doors 1----2----3---- Down go the trees. Away with the green space. Away with the food carts. Away with the neighborhood culture. And, perhaps, away with a certain kind of life and thinking that might never be again. Yes, this is the Ughlification of America. Old landmarks and neighborhoods are going the way of the dinosaur. Doesn't matter if these places were on the National Historical Registry anymore. The developers, their investors found a way to skirt around this again and again and again... I woke up one morning and my city was gone. I thought it was all a bad dream. We met with the city planners to share our voice and all they did was say the deal is done. And stare, You don't look like us. We are poor. Not at all like them. No designer clothes and attitude. They've got the city house by house snatching it away from the people who have lost their jobs their houses and their dreams. This may eventually be a landscape of boxes if we don't look out!!! See me. I am screaming to the blue sky on the boulevard of diminishing trees: "Please God, No More Boxes!!!!" Copyright May 30, 2014/All Rights Reserved By This Author Melissa A Howells/Meloo/Tilt-a-World Vote for this poem |
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