Bump in the Night
Everyone fears things that,
go bump in the night.
It's only natural,
it's only right.
But I am comfortable,
I've been here,
They treated me like royalty,
Way down under, away from the din,
I've heard the thumping,
I've heard the dirge,
I've heard the call,
But I haven't heard this bumping,
This never-ending night,
And it keeps going on and on and on...
What's this? What's this that I hear?
Oh my God, crunching and tearing apart!
What's that I see? A blinding light?
I guess I'm free to flee this place,
On to eternity, such is my plight.
Bulldozed graves on Watts Street in Durham, North Carolina (c) OpenDurham.org
More and more, redevelopment is building 10/28/15