They swooped like plovers
And landed on the backseat of brilliance;
Never doubting their drive
And fortified with resilience.
We danced like cheer girls
And marvelled at their intentions;
While the sky began to skid
And they planned graceless inventions.
Now it has come to nothing
Except a long road of rebuilding;
Even true believers are gutted
And golden streets require regilding.