My Poems: The Story of Your Life? [Completed]

Tribute to the City

"A great city is not to be confounded with a populous one." - Aristotle

Buildings wrapped in concrete, the bricks tiled,

The poor and homeless gathering food for their child,

Thumping music hits the street light,

Citizens cowering in fear and fright,

Pavements damp with rain, everyone inside,

So many humans, better than the countryside,

Concrete makes a wall new but cheap,

Not providing protection of the loud song from the jeep,

Rats in sewers, dogs on leads,

Stomping and thumping over the stray weeds,

Tall buildings and businessmen make me feel faint,

Only the colours grey and black would be needed for paint,

And the cramped apartment that I call my home,

Allows me no room at all that I can roam,

To touch mould and hear sirens and screams,

See concrete, smell burning, it crushes my dreams,

Clouds invisible, stars swallowed by the city,

Nature disappeared, oh what a pity,

The streaks in the middle, divide up the road,

But still cars crash, and along they are towed,

Chimneys puff out smoke and everyone chokes,

Have you seen any greenery, ha, what a joke,

But this is the only place I'd want to be,

Where memories are made, in the glorious city!

A/N: Again, a parody of @JohnJCribbin's poem of "Tribute to the Country".