Lindsay Crosby

Rookie (Croydon)

City - Poem by Lindsay Crosby

streets of crime on waves of pain
our city screams out in vain
its buildings loom over
its pavements smell exquisite
energy wasted
here time and the traffic flow waits for no man
driving crazy
here stands just one lonely figure
summing up all he sees
from office desks to shopping malls
our city calls
stepping over lambs brought to slaughter
ignoring begging hands
lights change from red to green
workers come and go like bullets fired from magazines
looking on from the movement of a bus
a figure shakes his head at all the fuss

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 24, 2006

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