glass towers make for poor high horses
laden with ivory, they reinforce it
blame us for their poor construction
we don’t care, just want to function
better than barely,
where’s all the barley?
trapped behind a rich façade
rotting in piles while poor ones starve
honor the dead, collect all their bones
scattered to winds by bombs and their drones
“It’s easy if you do what I did,” they say
their ladders are corpses, their pavestones are graves
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Gosh this was so poignant and profound. Loved your poem!
Verses 9 and 10 are so impactful. The perversion of the act of scattering the ashes of a loved one.
Well detailed