New York (I Love Ny, Things Can Be A Bit Different- Better) Poem by Leslie Alexis

The sound of the beat
The music in the street
Its red rhythm ripples
But a vacant lot people

Droves of cars
Civilization so advance
- Just like mars.
The places of chance

Where wealth has no measure
Neither does pleasure.
Its red rhythm ripples
But a vacant lot people

Like gossip girl
Naughty or nice?
99 cents pearls
Railroad mice

Big like dog in hand –
Unavailable to homeless man.
Its red rhythm ripples
But a vacant lot people.

6 train Lexington
Linden and Carnarsie
Cabbie never gone.
Big government can’t see

Fears of the small.
Wealth is not for all
Its red rhythm ripples
But a vacant lot people.

Missing the knowledge- so many lack
The heart - the place where love parks.
Lots filled with selfishness and pride
Reluctant to take a love ride.

Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis