I stood at the wreckage of a city

There were homes here

They weren’t nice enough so the neighbours complained

Sent in their soldiers to tear it down

Legitimate claims that became illegitimate mere days after the justified ruling.

I looked over the wreckage of a tiny city.

It’s raining today.

Where did they go?

Where will they go now?

And why wasn’t that the issue to be addressed

And not where they put their tiny so called ugly homes

Rather that they didn’t have some societally prescribed house to begin with.

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