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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