Playground Pompeii

Playground Pompeii

A place abandoned by origin

With the serene atmosphere

That sustains a larger group of what remains

In the sky and not on the ground

Those species of birds no longer carry the burden

To look upon the flatland when the need to look ahead

  Less or so an abandonment of this great place

More so a calamity befallen on the wicked souls

The airborne men flapping their wings

In preparation of taking dominion over this place

It is of their interest to take what is deemed fair

An opportunity before them farther to reach than us

Farfetched is the coming of calamity

A great place it is, therefore a great people

With civilization made possible by the rocks

Their exquisite forms that manifest true art

It so deserves to be left alone with the birds

Pompeii was a legend before our gestation

For I agree an exquisite place full of rocks

More robust and more artistic than anything

That is existential outside its periphery

A suitable playground for our younger generation

With rocky foundation and walls

Enough to guard them against man-made calamity

A calamity far less superior than that of nature

Pompeii is less of a playground for younger generations

Than it is a legend that deserves its own tale

Even if the airborne men with wings are taking over

Our rightful place is somewhere that needs no exploitation

Indeed a splendid tale for the children

But a suitable playground it can serve for many

Who have been distraught from persecution?

It is a playground for the airborne men with wings

But a suitable playground as an excellent refuge

Indeed it is a playground for the airborne men with wings

Why?

Pompeii lives with its nameless wings

Look up if you seek your mind to amend

I look up and see the playground with wings.