From afar the chorus snatched my eye
A symphony of emerald green
Contrasting aged clay harmoniously
As I draw near it becomes clear
This luscious landmark is ignored
Hereditary money clouds the vision
Of those who’ve never yearned
I could only imagine
The labor demanded
To birth such a beauty
Only for it to be blurred,
Acknowledged with brevity,
As passing eyes return to dirt
A hypocrite shares his observations
After just now opening his eyes
Yet now he struggles to crane his neck lower
On those simply passing by.
Clay Carey