WHat do You want To Build?
Bars!
Shopping centre!
Exclusive residences for passport buyers!
But who will fill the hotel
Once we’ve demolished the last building
All traces of our history
Leased out to concrete cowboys
Precarious scaffolding surrounds
What care barely be called pavement
More like loose gravel with islands of drain holes
A man in a wheelchair with a deformed leg Trying to pass
Nearly falling out of his chair
A woman rescues him
Yanking his chair out of the garbage pit
The rich man gets into his Porsche
Drives away
Probably to
Balzan
Madeliena
Mellieha
Where he doesn’t see the garbage
Where he paid someone to dig up all of the plants from his garden
Replaced with tiles and astroturf
Then he hires a gardener
Buys more plants
Puts them in sad plastic pots
And wonders why they die
BOOM BOOM DRRRRRRRRRRRR
Wake up - check the time
6:45 am
Roll out of bed
On Sunday no less
Still in pyjamas march next door
Up the staircase shouting
Two men
One rich
One poor
The rich man says
He didn’t think anyone could hear
He must be either an idiot or an asshole
The poor man stares
Walk out of the building
Step over
Beer cans
Plastic bags
Traffic cones
Rows of rental scooters parked illgally
Everything is shouting
ST Hotel! ST Car! ST Scooter!
A new permit has just gone up
On the last townhouse left
With a beautiful garden
Bougainvillea forgotten for decades
Blooming unkempt, wild and free
The permit promises a new hotel!
Casino!
