Debris Poem by Cole Severns

Sharpened axe.
Vast and immense piles of damage.
Wasted, man-made objects of a previous cause kept us trapped in this dungeon of good intentions.
Weakened by the force of it's overbearing weight.
Don't you know they have already given up their search for us?
They wrote us off long ago.
To wait for rescue is to die certainly.
It's time to get pissed.
It's time to wake up.
It's time to clock in.
It's time to tunnel out.
Get your hammers, chisels, wedges, and spades.
We're still here.
We still exist.
Remember us?
Our labor built your empire.
Deceit cracked its relentless whip.
Now our motivation is truth.
We'll show you what it's worth.