Monday, August 10, 2009

this city has been democratized

All these cities, with their eyes of tears
Their streets of negotiation, fear
Rubble and blood stained sidewalks
The growth is in numbers, the color in shades
Except in the colors in the sky
In my mind and the mind of you
Yes you, are the one who walks and goes here
Soon there will be no more room
Exhaust, is the cost, of living
We are all left shivering
and wishing, that things had been handled
Definitely defiant, we were not
too much time watching and not enough doing
These cities never rest
even when you want them to
Thoughts of the future, the past

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