In The City... Poem by DM W

In the city, the rat race moves along
At full speed. O there is no time to pause
Or to think! Hackneyed jingles and crass songs
Haunt the airwaves and drown out death tolls of war.

In the city, the old gods have all fled.
New idols now dominate the landscape.
Shining cathedrals of commerce suspend
Disbelief. Glazed eyes scan the latest sales.

In the city, lost, broken angels fall
From former heights of grace. The city
Abounds with corporate designs. The tall
Skyscrapers and towers breed dread and fear.

In the city, there are thousands of things,
Without relief, endlessly suffering.
Yet we choose to ignore them. Conscience can't
Be pricked, according to Power's mad mantra.

In the city, junkies and winos try
Desperately to dredge up their sunken dreams.
Something sacred within them has died.
Yet nobody can hear their silent screams