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!
Del Dec 30, 2020
Love this
Franka Dec 30, 2020
@Del, thank you!