City Life

Skies low, building high,
Smog thick, people die,
Congestion rules, traffic jam,
Tempers fly, doors slam.

Hectic city, patience low,
Crowds push, where’s the flow?
Population climbs, housing drops,
Weather changes, dying crops.

Rock bands play on, music made,
Children being born, people getting laid,
Nature holds its course to where,
Another world not far, a new creative flair.

Poets write, singers sing,
Fundraisers walk, door bells ring,
A time of change, a time of pace,
Heads held high, humility and grace.

These glimpses of hope do prevail,
Society erupts and does not fail,
Good and bad worlds collide,
Goodness shines, love and pride.

Skies low, building high,
Smog thick, people die,
Congestion rules, traffic jam,
Tempers fly, doors slam.

© 2005 MCARB

The Brighton to London Poet