A lopsided playing field emerging
Lies on the ground on its own
Announced, abandoned, gone
The scale is unparalleled
Months away, the light is coming,
Will you get its share?
The challenge of the miracle is strength
The lowest it has ever been
And it has debt
Refurbish or rebuild?
Is my life getting easier?
Do my kids have a future?
After years of good
The lie we are seeing is
“You can have it all”
This is an example of a “found poem”, something I’d never heard of before. You can read more about found poetry here.
The article this poem originated from can be found here.
