Tall,towering up so high
Glass towers touch the sky
Man made canyons concrete,stone
There the wind funnels mourn n’moan
People hurry push and shove
No time here for thing like love
Neon signs glowing bright
They are such a colourful sight
Buildings forming angles sharp
Here and there,there is a park
Cars and buses grind and roar
So much traffic more and more
Sunlight reflecting off the glass
Clouds form patterns as they pass
And the buskers entertain
But,see the homeless in their pain
See the man in tattered clothes
Shuffling on wards as he goes
See the man in business suit
For he doesn’t give a hoot
For the poor and homeless man
We know he doesn’t give a damn
And so the city life goes on
From the night until the dawn
Oke Iroegbu's Blog (African Bard & Storyteller) 