Standing in the shadow of a tower
I wonder if my father’s ghost is up there?
Looking down or watching?
I walk a broken path
The concrete has crumbled, trash has collected
Walking with broken men, their path the same
To nowhere
We continue forward
The palaces above peer down on us
The men in those places unaware of our path
The women unaware of us
And still we walk
To nowhere
Past the tower
Past our ghosts