The road’s all torn up
and the trees torn down
and the edifice stands
on once natural ground.
Man has no problem
tearing things down
and building up his ego
so far he needs a crown.
All this work it takes
to build and to destroy
but when all is said and done
what’s left for us to enjoy?
Perhaps the construction
should be done on man
since something’s gone amok,
a faulty wire in the plan.
Under Construction
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Autumn Siders 