Their hopes rose high
and as the stars shone in their eyes
and laughter dwelled on their lips,
they toiled, they sweated
with unerring devotion
as stone after stone
they built each formidable structure
to reach almost the limits of the sky.
Today, when all is complete
they live in their midst.
They look no more
at what they created
with their own hands
with heavy heads
and loaded shoulders,
even the trees are just too high
But the expensive eyes look down
from the twenty-second floor
and frown.
“This should never be
this spoils the beauty
and pollutes the air.”
The filthy, stinking, starving masons
struggle, gasping for breath
trampled under the high-priced feet.
