The Dismissed


Under broken boards and shattered windows, 


Under pristine white walls and polished concrete, 


Lays a world you dismiss, 


One of color and laughs, 


Of murmurs of times that have pasted, 


To the naked eye it may look rather disheartened,  


But know this my friends,  


The celebrations never end, 


They never will, 


Because even if they change, 


They will still whisper of the former, 


And shout of things to come, 


We may not eat like kings, 


But soon enough we may, 


There comes a day to celebrate, 


We will gorge on cuisine, 


Some that you may have never seen, 


We will sit and enjoy ourselves, 


In concrete strips as car race by, 


Just past our finger tips.




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