Society- The City

The idea for this came from a ride back home after night classes at my college. I looked around at the dreary streets and eyesores and people walking around….I was in a bad mood after an Algebra class and had to vent. So anyway, I wrote a poem about society, and rather than add to that, I decided this one needed to be on its own, especially after five drafts. I’m sticking with what I’ve got, and I don’t care if it’s terrible. Not today….

We hear the city pulse best at night
A train in the distance; a plane flying high

Brisk city water burns my eyes
It’s night and the urban lights taint the sky
The crime- to sleep away our precious lives
So, we thrive just well in artificial sunshine

At the core we’re hostile soulless beings
We stalk standards of fantasy
Cover the scent of agendas in bile
With a good and selfless moral profile

Right…Everyone’s comfortable in their box
A smiling illusion of everything we’re not.