Buildings

You’re walking down a moonlit street

Your surroundings, too, are brightly lit,

And what else can be brighter than stars

Than gigantic cuboids coated with glass

Or grey mixes, bricks, sandstone or lime

To which man has devoted all his time

From gates, statues, archways and domes

To complexes, suites and apartment homes

So strong, tall and rigid they stand

Perpendicular to the plane of land

What with eternal, endless sights as this

The mind wanders back to an age of peace

When man wasn’t obsessed with 90 degrees

When nothing blocked that gentle breeze

When nothing stood between mountains and trees

When nothing, so boldly, did face the seas.

But now they all stand bolt upright

As living evidences of human might

No other creation has defied nature more

Nothing artificial has ever evolved before

To cement and glass from stone and wood

Millenniums hence they stand as they stood

And inside these boxes we all stay

Behind locked doors, to keep ‘them’ away

And windows, so we don’t feel shut in

Show all that should and should not be seen.

I wonder why we all feel so protected

When flanked by these giants we’ve erected

But we do, and hence forever they will stand

Perpendicular to the plane of land.