Emile Pinet Poet Dizain

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A Dark Underbelly

Skyscrapers, sheathed in glass, stretch to the sky:
and a convoluted maze of asphalt
rivers, connect concrete caves, they flow by.
Patches of green appear like mold on cheese
amidst the neon lights, corruption, and sleaze.
All cities have a dark underbelly
that's overcrowded, noisy, and smelly.
At rush hour, the traffic slows to a crawl:
and those begging to fill their belly
don't find city streets friendly: not at all.

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Jan Allison September 16, 2020 at 10:10 AM a thought provoking piece Emile, thankfully we dont have any visibly homeless people here but there are those who sofa surf and some in shelters ... your final lines are so so sad , i am sure many are not there through choice:-( hugs jan xx Emile Pinet September 16, 2020 at 10:18 AM Thanks Jan, city streets are not meant to be live on, but some have no other choice, it is all so sad my friend, Emile.