Disgusting Changes Indeed

when i come back to my
old hometown
the creeks where we as
children once fished
are gone,

trees replaced with
tall buildings
playgrounds turning
into commercial districts
markets into
monotonous stalls

they call it progress
i am saying
goodbye.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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