City Of Clay Poem by White Tiger

Walking on the streets, in this city by day
With millions of people, being molded in clay

How real can it be?When the faces you see
Are giving you a phony smile...

Deception is my mood, walking in my neighborhood
For it's our modern style.

Sometimes you get acknowledged
Most times you're a piece of foilage
Falling of a deadwood tree...

Getting kicked to the curb, like a dried out herb
Rejection everywhere, is what you see.

I am disillusioned, by the false pretence
Of lies and corruption, that have no sense

Living in a melting pot, with little to say
Wishing upon a star, so I can fly away
Before I too am molded, by this city of clay.


C. Vergara
12.04.2008