Construction Sites Poem by Stephanie Breuer

Construction Sites



Tearing up the streets, hunting for treasures.
Day in, day out, digging deep holes,
Hoping to find gold or diamonds.
Such an effort; all in vain.
Only trumpery is there:
Broken pipes and filthy earth.
No sign of the expected wealth.
Disappointment has got to be our mankind's fate eternally.

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