Walls of steel and stone
Keeping tyrants and their thrones
Concrete floor and wire cage
Capture rouge and capture rage.
Even stone will one day crack
Concrete splits and bars leave gaps
Dust will blow and fly on wind
Settle down to earth again.
Rain descends with pollen and seed
The tiny crack plays best to weeds
A sapling sprig a blade of grass
A landmark for the ants who pass.
Come hither birds with migrant song
You will stay, though not for long
Not like I who weathers years
Through your generations, I’ll still be here.
Industrial complex, where I’m housed,
Meant to keep me in and keep you out.
But nature heeds not will of man,
Reclaiming all into her hands.
The birds, the ant, the dust and seed
The tyrant toils pulling weeds.
I see the steel and stone surround
And despite its grip, nature abounds. | WCP
"I see the steel and stone surround
And despite its grip, nature abounds." Beautiful. I love the rhymes in this poem. They enhance the imagery. Well done.