Migrants?

They’d wrested it outta thin air
Our cocooned, isolated bhks
Insulated us from the elemental rages
While their stories seeped in the sad
We moved in to their makings
Blissfully unaware of their dreams
Hosted many an obnoxious party
Gotta flaunt what we got we said
We bought tons of stuff they made
In factories of sweat that our ilk ran
Money trickles down we preached
Homes got filled, our hearts grew dry
They got caught in the web too
Of happy people sneering from billboards
Of sheen and shine of the glittering malls
Little did they know of the times coming
The money, it kept growing wild
In place of trees that once had roots
Nature will heal pronto we said
And printed brochures in foliage green
Lives moved on, times flew by
And one day the inevitable struck
The world came to a screeching stop
And laid the vinyl dreams threadbare
The walls grew thickertaller overnight
While their gates got locked really tight
The city they built held them to ransom
With a lockdown of hearts, souls and stomachs
The bricks now stand an ugly testimony
To the gaze of the uninvited and forgotten
Donned in rags of denim and cotton
Reminiscing about their labour of love
Parading past the citadels they built
Afraid of the very system meant to protect
Ridiculed by the very people they sheltered
Abandoned by all in the scam called life
Braving the very rage of the elements
Undaunted by the astronomical distances
The migrants walked off into the sunset
Very spirits we might have lost forever.