The City

MysteryGhost

The sun rises over the smog

Gray and bright

The cityfolk head to work

The factory pumps smoke

 

A city of twisting metal and cement 

Winding roads filled with cars

People burning coal in their fireplaces

Not a tree in sight

 

Children head to school with masks

Not for any disease

To protect their lungs from the toxic air

They walk past the crematorium 

 

The school lies just outside the city

On the way they pass a single blade of dead grass

The school is plaster white

A colorless school for a colorless world

  • Author: MysteryGhost (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 6th, 2023 06:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: I was going to post this the week after next however decided against and will post this as need weeks poem. Can't post at my usual time because I have a flight to catch later. Enjoy!
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  • MysteryGhost

    Tune in Wednesday after next at 10:00 PM GMT for the next poem!

  • Rocky Lagou

    Such a thoughtful poem, truly represents the times we're living in.

    • MysteryGhost

      Thanks for reading! Glad you enjoyed it!

    • Neville


      I guess it pays to keep one's eyes open in the city .. otherwise, just look at what one might miss .. Enjoy the break .. Neville

      • MysteryGhost

        Thank you so much! Yeah I have a few poems like this one. Hard to choose what to post.



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