New York Under Siege
Now that the world is aware of the destruction that construction can do to a city, I took a real birds-eye view of what is going on in Manhattan. And frankly, I don’t feel too safe. I mean, how would YOU like to be the person walking under THIS CRANE?
And, are you sure you are safe eating at THE SHAKE SHACK in Madison Square Park? Look at the direction this crane could fall
—not to mention the Credit Suisse Clock Tower or the Met Life Building.
Are we just blissfully unaware, or fingers crossed, hoping for the best?
ODE TO CONSTRUCTION
Everywhere I look,
A scaffold does a hover,
I walk so quickly through them,
My head I do a cover.
‘Cause every time I read,
The Post or New York Times,
I see there’s been an accident,
Involving builders’ crimes.
A scaffold falling down,
Or a crane collapsing,
It’s enough to make you wonder,
About all inspection lapsing.
I look up in awe,
At the towers we are constructing,
And I wonder if it’s worth,
All the danger and disruption.
The city ain’t too pretty,
With all these crazy builds.
And I’d really like to figure out,
Who needs are really filled.
We lost some brave souls,
Who climb those tall weak towers.
Their lives are all controlled,
By someone else’s powers.
So it’s time we have this problem fixed,
But who knows how to do it?
It’s all wrapped into politics,
No matter how you skew it.
And so it all continues,
With the city’s master plan.
The scrapers grow, the building flow.
And I have to wonder, does anyone give a damn?