Five brownstones lined up on the corner
Have been there a hundred plus years
Until demolition equipment
Knocked them down, once they got the “all clears.”
Have been there a hundred plus years
Until demolition equipment
Knocked them down, once they got the “all clears.”
The tenants had somehow departed,
Perhaps with a buyout of cash.
I wonder if they were there watching
The bulldozers hammer and smash.
Perhaps with a buyout of cash.
I wonder if they were there watching
The bulldozers hammer and smash.
The neighborhood’s losing its status
And certainly lots of its charm.
Replacing those brownstones with towers
Is surely a cause for alarm.
And certainly lots of its charm.
Replacing those brownstones with towers
Is surely a cause for alarm.
We’re squandering history’s treasures
And also big chunks of the sky,
For greedy developers hover
And space is in dwindling supply.
And also big chunks of the sky,
For greedy developers hover
And space is in dwindling supply.
I mourn all the relics we’re missing
For with every toppling of bricks,
The city succumbs to the sameness
Of others, just part of the mix.
For with every toppling of bricks,
The city succumbs to the sameness
Of others, just part of the mix.
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