construction

A Building

There was once a country who love to build.

For every construction was there from years to years they stand still.

For pride they keep in between

With wealth they provide the everlasting.

But they know no building will ever be here

for they forget the materials when it begins with.

the raw materials was money which is paper in disguise

the labor was the people who slipping the money in it.

for no love was made which is as strong as rock

for no knowledge was respected to make it fold

for no human is thinking, for hands which only needed for works

for rice as an excuse, all the money is taking part.

then when they sat together around the construction.

the wind blew it away,

and blaming is sounding from place to place

spit and sticks is going from face to face.

being miserable

is the result as we build the construction,-

rather than using love,

we use money to stick it together.