One by one, the bricks were laid,
The architect has made the decision,
To leave it all stripped and bare,
No need for a false façade,
Humans have been swayed,
We are tricked by our own vision,
We think that people only care, if we create characters.
Don’t you think it’s odd?
Nothing covers the English Cross,
The patterns were natural.
Functional.
The vents just add to the aesthetics,
It became Kenyalang Park’s identity,
We need to realize; maybe we’re not lost,
See someone broken?
Don’t be too critical,
Maybe we all work on different metrics,
No uniformed paths to tranquility