A Love Letter to Brutalism

Why do I love you?

Standing there in awe

Weird looks from passers by

Who's eyes are glued to the floor

See beauty is in the eye of the beholder

but that we already know

I love the way that concrete looks

Especially in the snow 

raw and grey in colour

& the windows are just there 

So why do I love you?

When it's built with little care

There are no hidden agendas

what you see is what you get 

poured concrete

but built with no regret 

Don't judge a book by it's cover

or people by their clothes

It might be a council estate

but to many it is home

we as humans are greedy...

but bread's still bread

the same food in fancy packaging

shouldn't matter

as long as we're fed

so the next time

you look at a building

especially one that lacks

don't just assume

please gather all the facts

consider the basics

imagine you're on the street

Now, imagine how grateful you would be

to look down and have the keys