Friday, August 19, 2011

Cities (Poem)

Bullets fly, glass shatters,
People swear, shout, spit.
Outside they discuss matters,
Who hears? Don’t give a shit.
The water’s bad, the air, worse,
Lungs clog with fine soot.
Shopkeepers are often terse,
People shop each day on foot.
The schools suck, housing’s pricey,
Brass rings for those who fake it.
The roads are gutted, bridges dicey,
Despite all this I’ll take it.

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