the city and us

This city is too tired

To live in foot with me,

Slouched buildings -

Cold and violent,

Canned people - all I see.

And soulless given wander

Along these grim sidewalks,

And tears of broke and hungry

Are frozen on the top,

And birds are now rulers

And trash bins - now home,

Pretentious is its silence

Its sterness - just phantom.

But fists of young are knocking

On fluffy skin of skies,

If someone's there to open

Please, do!

We still have time!