A Tribute to Construction
I go to a school on Winnetka Avenue
Surrounded by land where trees and flowers grew.
We have two campuses full of thousands of students
But one is under construction to make some improvements.
They'll spend millions of dollars to cover the excuse
They're working on things we won't be able to use.
They said it will be done in a couple of years
But I know it's not true and so do my peers.
Some hallways are crowded because others are shut down
Now the main hallways will become even more run-down.
On a beautiful day we'll try to open the windows
Just to be greeted by the noise coming from below.
The revving of engines, the falling of stone
We'll just shut the windows and rely of the air conditioning alone.
While I'm taking a test, I can hear the noise outside
I would put my hands over my ears and close my eyes.
They always remind us of
the future to come
But I can't remember while the noise is pounding in my head like a constant drum.
We are always surrounded and trapped in this cage
I'll flip through the pages of renders that fuel my my rage.
The new school will be great for both of my younger brothers
But what about me? What about all of the others?