14 March 2013
The old house is a gold mine. It's full of treasures waiting to be discovered But it will be knocked down
It's a happy place to be But it shivers in fear Because its going to be knocked
People protest, they love the house But it doesn't have much impact It may be knocked down
Some people are terrified of the house, It's carpets like tongue It's secrets prancing around It may be knocked down
Children cry in protest, Rush through its secretive halls And the house calms down It might be knocked down
Welding happiness and joy The house gains strength It resists It won't be knocked down
The Example Poem • Opuss № I