The buildings toppled with a rumble
bitter tears, laughters, grumbles,
puppy loves, childish schemes,
fervid hopes, wistful dreams,
proud remembrances of youth,
Ideas we held as distilled truths
with heads held high and eyes cast low,
amidst a ghetto crumbling slow.
Prideful violence, kings of naught
engendered there from what was sought.
Shackled legs and hindered hands
within the dismal project land
were scattered with the spreading dust
and with them scattered all of us.