Living In This City Is Pure Hell
Can anyone open windows
to let some fresh air in...
when pollution smears smog
on glass, frame and window-pans?
Hear the loud bark of a frustrated dog
that sees no light but feels pain?
Tremors make the walls shake
as fast trains speed through dark tunnels,
that's when residents like to pull the emergency brake
to stop the noise and stay focus on their thoughts.
What price will they pay: lung cancer, asthma or deafness?
City Hall isn't trying harder or couldn't care less...
as long as profits are made and taxes are collected?
Have some of you put in a complaint and been neglected?
Many were raised here and will die here before the problems are corrected,
will their children suffer as they have and realize that living in this city is pure hell?
For their own sake, not for ours...an immediate response is required;
who wants to live in a city such as this and rely on a system that's so frail?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
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