Picture Courtesy www.istockphoto.com
A mass of concrete and steel
A sea of tap, bottled and sachet water
Wires straddling the air
Juiced with electricity
Asphalt blanketing the face of the earth
Conducting a symphony
Tooting horns
Exhaust fumes
Burning rubber and
Traffic jams in attendance.
Communities
So far from close-knit,
Neighbourhoods
With nothing neighbourly
Just people exchanging
Good mornings
Hellos and his,
Avoiding prying eyes.
Lost strangers
Marching through foreign land
Hiding behind walls
And tall gates
Others calling kiosks
Street corners and
Open spaces home,
With bruising fragrances
From choked drains and
Decomposing garbage
Wafting through turned up noses
Taking offence,
That is the city.
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