Making Buildings

The piece-rate for making buildings rises
As you build more suddenly and quickly.
Pilfering justifies the innocent as they speak,
But does it mean goodness?
He is a pie-eater, a man so much hominoid,
Furious winds are horrific when there is goodness.
Look at the rain gauge to see why the weather barks
At the bulk of the land and sea.
The pieces we join are collected to describe
The state of the buildings, the very engineering.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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