A poem about the new town-building project which is using an old sledding playground to build hotels and other residential buildings, called "Palas".
~Palas of decay
Palas, an architectural hack,
Truck by truck, brick by brick, car by car,
For our memories, a stab in the back
A hard lesson, how forceless we are…
As I go there, see the green mesh fence
Reminiscing about old times, winter days
For quite few years they tergiversed
But soon they realised: building pays
So now I stand powerless and watch
How long till one of us will rise?
How long till in one of us will it hatch
A power to gather, to the offices’ demise?
But time to swallow our wills and witness death
Death of memories, childhoods and dreams
Our chin we lower and our swords we sheath
Soak up the fury that’s ripping at the seams…
the emotions are there… makes me feel sad… 
nice work, by the way!
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