Listen to the sounds
Of the city that surrounds
Passing cars rushing by
Vendor’s distant cries
The rhythm of the tracks
A passing trolleys clackty-clack
Pigeons cooing in the park
Muffled sounds of a dogs distant bark
Darkness approach’s in shades of gray
People pass in droves as they scurry away
Horns a blaring shouting out words of anger
Someone somewhere will surely be given the finger
Sirens scream as gunshots ring out thru the night air
Someone’s life is hanging by a thread and yet no one seems to care
A body lies in the street yet no one saw a thing
An officer collecting evidence to see what it will bring
I close my window and call it a day
And thank god up above I don’t live that way
As I wait patiently for the credits to roll on by
And wait intently for the previews of next weeks C.S.I.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved the whole poem, but the ending was the kicker!