Unanswered Questions Poem by david lessard

I wonder what it was,
that stood here once before?
I wonder what became
of what is now no more?
It's now a pile of rubble,
beside the Interstate,
What stood here once before?
How did it meet its fate?
What dreams now lie in ashes?
What hope lies in the rubble?
What caused the dreams to die?
What first began the trouble?
What lifes were thus affected?
What trails were gamely fought?
They're now in barren ruins,
of an empty, vacant lot.
In what questions did the answers die?
In what did people put their trust?
On crumbled rocks the questions lie,
the faith of people buried in the dust.