Big Buildings
Big Buildings
Big buildings hold fame
They hold reputation
And the people in it
End up being big
For they have killed
To reach there
They're called successful
Because they've won
Races, competitions,
The 'survival of the fittest'
But what happens to the failures?
The ones who're called 'nothings'
They probably go to a street's corner
And cry out their agony
Or do they?
Become the loudness?
The cacophony of the streets?
Where, dear successful people,
Do you think the noise comes from?
Run, to your big buildings,
For this is the 'shor' of the 'nothings'
This is the fire,
Of the big bad failures.