Urban Cries..
The air glides through the noisy night, a sea of people lurching back and forth.
loud blaring horns and louder lights; an occasional shout muffled.
"Take it, this watch, Iz only 100 bugs!" As the passers-by give no sign of having heard him;
They keep walking on, driving on.
THERE IS NO TIME TO WASTE!
loud blaring horns and louder lights; an occasional shout muffled.
"Take it, this watch, Iz only 100 bugs!" As the passers-by give no sign of having heard him;
They keep walking on, driving on.
THERE IS NO TIME TO WASTE!
An abandoned lampost casts a sepian tinge, a couple tightly glued to a wall,
their children involved in a small scramble, as the couple stay glued clutching bags by their side,
"Auto! Auto! Stop pleeees!" None of them Three-wheeler freaks show signs of stopping.
DEAF, ALL SO DEAF. CURSE THEM!
their children involved in a small scramble, as the couple stay glued clutching bags by their side,
"Auto! Auto! Stop pleeees!" None of them Three-wheeler freaks show signs of stopping.
DEAF, ALL SO DEAF. CURSE THEM!
The newspaper arrives, early morning; coffee and smokes,
"A glorious new plan for the city" *sigh* *sip* *sigh*.
CAN WE ACTUALLY SEE SOME WORK GETTING DONE?!?
"A glorious new plan for the city" *sigh* *sip* *sigh*.
CAN WE ACTUALLY SEE SOME WORK GETTING DONE?!?
Strangers passing in the street, by chance two seperate glances meet,
bloodshot eyes meet the tired glance, broken glass around the corner.
AND YOU THOUGHT YOU CALLED THE SHOTS HERE?
bloodshot eyes meet the tired glance, broken glass around the corner.
AND YOU THOUGHT YOU CALLED THE SHOTS HERE?
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