Concrete trucks come,
Foundations are laid,
But with what substance,
Has the foundation been paved?

Is it cement and rebar,
And the right mix of water?
So it'll stay strong,
and not crumble nor falter?

Is it knotty old wood
Or  papier mache?
That will crinkle and moan,
At the hand of any weight?

Were the walls built too quick?
Where wet concrete sits?
To shuffle and sway,
And jostle and slip?

Did you plan with precision,
The effects of mother natures course?
Or did you build so quick...
No thoughts of remorse?

No matter how you build,
The storms forever come....
They show no mercy for,
rich, poor, weak, strong
Or Anyone.....