Coalescence
It’s the combination of the jungle that we pave over
And the swamp jungle where our ancestors became soldiers
Struggling to establish a civilization
But when we built it we took away from nature
Like the quilt of the Earth, we tore it
We lost it and became a stranger
But it’s stranger still that we will
Rebuild what’s gone when we can no longer
Stand the sight of giant steel monsters
Bearing their teeth so we took a creation and fostered
A relationship of the past with the present
It was fast when we sent it
And this park built joins those worlds with a vengeance
An old path is where it was created
Underground scheming and calculating, like math, not to have it slated
Debated, whether or not to connect with what we lost
But we never had it, no message inscribed that was faded
And this park is raised like the hopes we have in a vision
To give beauty to this city, and the gray streets that are now hated
With great precision, landscaped with the rail line, as a collision
The two worlds can combine, but what we had hoped for really isn’t
It’s a joke cuz we have failed in our mission
Pretty, from the gritty and gives us peace and serenity
But it’s not natural, not crafted by divinity
Nonetheless, between man and God there was synergy
An energy, something we can grasp and work off of
To revive from the last, one last gasp, at what we all lost
Tags: Bhutta
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