We stand on the road,
Our bodies ripped apart.
Our private chambers, our walled spaces
Open to everyone.
We were built with hope:
Hope that we would stand
And serve the people who live in us
For many years.
But, instead...
Development, or the
Infringement of rules
Have brought us to ruin
And we stand, bereft, upon the road
With our demolished rooms exposed
To
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