Gentrification Poems - Poems about Gentrification

Rest from world-wild gentrification, city by citation, never honking hurt inhabitants. Armoured by cultural displacement, no fraught with controversy, peace and ceasing. Landlords raising, no ethnic minorities, landlording themselves. Potholes might get filled, but the heart line might not appear. Nothing happens along racial lines, glorifying the guests is mandatory. Graciously, without feeling offense, No subjecting to extensive questioning: "What is your religion?"...

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Eastphalian ruled sovereign campaign, gentrification and coexistence, belly. The sign of Westphalian vignetted suffering, the planetary groping vortex of the poor, lumpy. Southphalian, it shall not be infringed, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, greasy. Northphalian struggles to remain serious, level of scrutiny, and trigger does not yet lock as well, domicide....

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Yesterday, I drove by where we used to live. I remembered when we lived there everything was fine. But I couldn’t believe what I saw when I got there. They tore the farm up and built a mall. How could they do it, to the farm? They wrecked the forest, with a road right through it. How could they do it,...

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Main Street had a classic pool hall, Hustlers, chisellers, and those who like to fool all, Second-hand stores along the way, And the old Helen's Grill greasy spoon café. Now, Main Street's no longer the same; Developers and yuppies have changed the game. They say it’s all for common good, But the oldsters miss their good old neighbourhood....

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If I am the water the purest of elements and there is a bridge that holds the sense of matter How does material to form layers of rust? If snow is of the earth and forming climax how is black ice made from the surface or with in the crust? If sound has sound waves and volume is...

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