They move in with money and move us aside. Where we once did reside. Finally saw a purpose for the land. It has come to their minds. No love has existed for years. But the plan never included the residents there. Move on little doggie go find your place. Deteriorating buildings rebuilt high in the air. Artistic designs streets charmed. The price is increasing the poor gets harmed. I can’t afford the taxes. I already own the land. Another ploy created by the cleaver shady man. He has all systems at his disposal. Investors lined up on his side; he knew when he did this. Things would grow leaps and strides. No warning no alarm no cry in the night. I didn’t see it coming; I’m not prepared for the fight. Gentrification is the call of the day. Displacing the residents from where they stay. I saw it happen when I was a child. The river front growth, there after no one resides. Now value has come to a once a desolate place. Can’t afford today to eat there, live there no way. Get a reserve of funding, hold on to the land. It is all that is bargain smart and can change hands.