Category: Writers Block
Got your hard hat on, metal toe boots advised
For a Construction Zone you’ve just entered
Got your life insurance paid up and your life in order
For a Construction Zone you’ve just entered
And a scaffold falls, falls tumbling, falls from the rafters
Voices with terror ridden screams heard shrieking
The scaffold crashes, crashes so thunderous with dust rising in the mist
Plunging many to their grievous deaths
Got your hard hat on, metal toe boots advised
For a Construction Zone you’ve just entered
Got your life insurance paid up and your life in order
For a Construction Zone you’ve just entered
Blazing tormenting the hot noon day sun that glares so heavily
The blaring ripping tearing of the jig saw chewing lumber to sawdust
The Forman unleashing his leathered whip that was tightly coiled
Each day demand is made for a pound of flesh and a bucket of blood
Got your hard hat on, metal toe boots advised
For a Construction Zone you’ve just entered
Got your life insurance paid up and your life in order
For a Construction Zone you’ve just entered
~*Thunderous MidNight*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~The Dust Begins To Clear~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
With blueprints gathered together in bundles tied with cords
The Forman of the Job Site, Master Carpenter, Brick Layer,
Electrician, Plumber, and finally, the One holding deed to the property
Come one last time to the Construction Zone as the dust begins to clear
Just then the Inspectors of The Wayward Town from grandiose City Hall
One by one, they make their way through vast the Streets of Perdition
With Power granted from
The Authority Ruling where laws mutinously govern
They’ve their rubber stamps and all official documentations
Can’t believe it for more than a few attorneys are in their midst
Checking are all boundaries in accord, has all be heeded and most proper
The question at long last to be decided,
With such the mystery lingering in the aire
Which rubber stamp will with ink applied be stamped…
Making legal the newest dwelling in the land or perhaps rather
Making illegal the dwelling newest?
Stamps are so important you understand, the most important commodity
Or so it would seem, for with one ink applied stamp
Taken from the pad so moist, loaded and ink filled of blood ill got
From those poor souls tossed away, disposed of,
To non the longer fight the cause for streets rather paved of memories golden
All difference will be made and so the crowds they wait…what stamp shall it be?
Will it be that when the coveted ownership at last received
When the legal-notary public gives final stamp, “Approval,” or
Dismay shadow the courtyard when stamp, “Condemned,”
Has marked the pages, knowing eviction awaits as tossed to the curb?
~*Thunderous MidNight*~
Footnote:
I live in a Community that had a large new housing community planned,
Much to the dismay of many a person
Many gathered at City Hall to voice their dismay
For it was the old ways, the old buildings dating back to the late 1800’s/ early 1900’s
They yet desired to be transformed into museums, libraries and the like
Only big business had its way..
This writing reminds me of that struggle of the common people
Then after all said and done with new housing towering in the midst
Still yet do to faulty construction practices, many of the newest homes
Rather met with full leaking basements during times of rainy weather
To where it seemed, “Condemned,”
Was the stamp that was rather to be applied.
Wow! Very good, and more importantly, very deep. This is very well-thought out and hard hitting. It makes a valid point forcefully and drives it home. I like the writing style as well, an interesting mix of the detached observer but with an eye to the perspectives of all. It makes one think about those aspects of everyday life which they might otherwise not spare a thought for. Good job, very good job.
So many the life parallels
With it the "rubber stamp" that you've used, Passionate&NaturalArtist,
That being, "Approval," for this writing when drawn from that of the construction workers,
With that which it entails.