City Life - Poem by Simone Otto
As I watch the cars go by,
While sitting in the bus,
I think of insects,
Scuttling through their own lives.
They run through the veins of the city,
Polluting the blood.
Polluting the life force of our society.
As I watch people stroll by,
I think of dust.
Collecting on the lives of old.
Dirtying the life of our city.
For city life is dirty,
It leaves dirt on the many
Hands of the faithful.
We cannot clean it,
It is stained
For all eternity.
Crumbles between our fingers.
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