Stood for a century,
shattered windows
crumbling balcony,
earmarked for
new construction
a site for
mass
destruction.

The house has seen,
the old King,
the older Queen,
seen men cry
stood while bombs fell from
the sky and
now
the end has come.

Some might say,
the house is old and had its day
but it was built to last and
sadly
our future becomes its past.

I shall mourn its passing even
as I watch the rising of the new
which will never last as long or do
as much for me,
as the house which
stood
a
century.