Skyscrapers Poem by Alexander Foald

Over the skyscrapers in NYC
Soaring to the sky, as far as we can see
Cut the blue in two, like a line for a cue
Dreams of men polluting the air, rain-dropped in June

Over the skyscrapers in NYC
Blend many thoughts of the people above the sea
Searching for an out to escape the day, they wander through
Tunnels they built on façade dream, fragile as the truth they believe in

Below the skyscrapers in NYC
Walk stray dogs on the lone street, howling to be freed
Their teeth are covered in blood, red and thick like a pulped Maple
And their eyes are shining laser, blinding green like a saber

Under the skyscrapers in NYC
Sleep the martyrs of the world whose names only be known in history
Of violence, of terror, of discrimination, of poverty, of obstinacy
Fate isn’t created for their benefit, and they know nothing but a misery