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Good Morning

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It's nine-o-clock in the morning,
And I wake up to a chorus of police sirens
Accompanied by articulated gunfire.
I open the window to let in the air
That holds the smell of diesel piercing my nostrils
And sinking into the depths of my core.
Noticing a strange glow in the sky
I nearly forget that it is the sun,
Shrouded by smog clouds as if in hiding.

Departing from the bowels of an apartment,
I wander through a labyrinth of buildings.
The tops of skyscrapers are obstructed by haze,
Appearing as divine, heavenly retreats.
While bricks and steel supported these mammoths,
Shacks in the slums seemed as though
They would fall with a simple gaze.

A sizzling cauldron of drug lords, gangsters,
Hopeless immigrants, and prostitutes were not
Afraid to make their presence known.
Businessmen with their suits and suitcases, however,
Did their best to ignore such sights
As they retreated into their high-rise citadels.

Passing by affable fruit vendors without a glance,
I make my way to the city park
To see green grasses, tall trees, and fortunate families.
While these outsiders enjoy themselves,
I simply stand in an inattentive fashion.
A lively little child runs up to me with a large grin,
And inquires of me, "Isn't this beautiful?"
I merely shrugged, and walked out of the place
Without any second thoughts.

Before descending into a subway,
I smile, nod my head, and say to myself,
"Just another Sunday morning
In the concrete jungle."
A poem of the urban city.
© 2011 - 2024 Miligold
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marian0's avatar
reminds me of this song: [link] :)