Pome

The City

These walls of brick want to say something to me.

That dusty grey road wants to say something too.

This City is yelling every moment -

Yet, it has lost its voice.

The whole day

those vehicles run to and fro;

These people are toiling day and night.

This city is awake every second -

It doesn't know how to rest.

I hear the groaning of the prisoned bricks,

I hear the lament of the aimless road.

The humans have forgotten to cry...

Have the machines taken over?

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