Pitiful People Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Windows of glass and mirrors held together with concrete and
steel.

Monstrosities of a race in love with self, greed and other
people's money.

Forgotten are the days of pride in work and helping one
another build a better place for all.

Each building is it's own memorial to designers who created
the blueprint for it.

Never mind all those who built it from the ground up, they
are of no concern at all once it has been erected.