Skyscrapers - Poem by Gert Strydom
We tower into the blue sky
covered by glass,
concrete and steel
and at night
peep at the surroundings
with thousands of glaring eyes.
Lightning cables run
right through our veins
through ventilation shafts.
We are worlds within the world,
where people like ant’s
work live and play.
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