A counterpart of sorts to ‘Construction‘.
Today we earn our keep,
With sire and sibling,
We work through the day,
Sunrise to sundown,
Sweat becomes crowbars,
While effort becomes splinters,
Strain begets demolition,
Humanity begets ruins,
New homes become debris,
To a strangely upbeat radio soundtrack,
With the nails and detritus,
Plasterboard and nail hammers,
Lead and fragments,
We’re demolishing an old world,
Making way for a new one,
Or perhaps among a current utopia.
“Weβre demolishing an old world,
Making way for a new one,
Or perhaps among a current utopia.”
THIS!
You are a natural when it comes to words! Such beautiful picturization!β€οΈ
Thank you so much, that is so kind of you to say my friend. β€οΈ
The Oldschool Harlequin
brill! Absolutely great job on this one!
Thank you very much my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin