This theme seemed to sit well with my recent urban ramblings. So here's a poem.
Beware the wrecking ball.
That building was someone’s home.
Farewell to lonely aristocrats turned
Monstrous high rises soar no more.
Urban renewal turning slum
Into pricey town homes.
Lake front views.
False promises by deep-pocketed
Aldermen. Contracts to their buddies.
Low income housing for the few.
Meanwhile empty lots reign.
Urban tumbleweed rolls by.