A company weaved with secrets
An emblem masking their emotions
Withholding purity under shadows
Black marble to power over the poor
Heavy pillars to hold their broken ideals
Abstract strokes of paint
Across their hollow walls
A repeat in scenery
As the bodies of the future
Pile over one another
Climbing to touch the skies
Over the rooftop
To the strongest skyscraper
In the nation
Not because of its material
But the monster
That has awakened within
If there is anything
To bridge the space between
the clouds of solace
hiding a brighter dawn
And the smoke
Of furious riots below
The home of Delta
The tower to tilt the cycle
Between life and death
Is the worn pillar
That will bring the two together
Blending ash and rain
Leaving a hail of debris
For the next generations
To cry onto