Songs Of The City - Poem by Anthony Levitt
Urban life is not so dull even though the upper-class have their shopping malls.
Sitting on an open street with nothing to cover those dirty feet.
I had a man walk on by, didn't even say hi...
and what if I had laid down to die would he just keep on walking by?
These are the songs of the city, where life isn't so pretty.
Not like those living on the hills, fancy buildings and all those thrills... what do they know of the blood that was spilled?
Sunny day, the heats at full, yet I have got the driest throat of all...
Even though the market stand is just at hand, I can not buy what I need, no nothing is for free...
I tried to help and earn my way but image is important in this modern age day, they wont even take me as a slave...
These are the songs of the city, where all my food tastes so gritty, may not even make it to fifty! Might as well go hungry tonight as it seems that's what I'm used to every night...
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