I Am Your City Poem by C Richard Miles

I am your city but, blindly, you do not hear me.
You walk my streets; your transport clogs my veins.
I gently grumble but, frightened, you do not fear me.
You eat my food; you ditch the used remains.

You walk my streets; your transport clogs my veins.
I long for greenness but, brightly, you paint no colour.
You eat my food; you ditch the used remains.
I ask for laughter but, joyful, you make me duller.

I long for greenness but, brightly, you paint no colour.
You breathe my air; you breathe out traffic fumes.
I ask for laughter but, joyful, you make me duller.
You shoot my youths; you fill my empty tombs.

You breathe my air; you breathe out traffic fumes.
I crave your caring but, sweetly, you deride me.
You shoot my youths; you fill my empty tombs.
I cry for wholeness but, jointly, you divide me.

I crave your caring but, sweetly, you deride me.
You smash my glass; you strew your litter wide.
I cry for wholeness but, jointly, you divide me.
You break my heart; you take away my pride.

You smash my glass; you strew your litter wide.
I gently grumble but, frightened, you do not fear me.
You break my heart; you take away my pride.
I am your city but, blindly, you do not hear me.