Curiously wondering at trials of life's hidden
agenda's, thinking ahead without a vision.
Stepping on other's, scrunching them into another
existence so progress can deal it's heavy blows.
Preserving historic places has been crossed off of
lists of officials whose job it is.
Deftly turning away, choosing not to listen to a
public demanding it's rights through preservation
of history.
City officials continue to work their own agendas -
'to h.. with Phoenix', is an answer they whisper
among themselves.
Out loud, spreading lies in print - being careful
not to be quoted on anything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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