OUR LIFE IN THE CONCRETE
They lied when they said
that in the apartments it would be different,
we would live well with sandwiches and cell phones.
All TVs vomiting colours
and the problems the manager would solve.
When that guy killed himself in the H tower
there was silence for two days.
But soon the children made noise,
the blenders went crazy and the sirens screamed
showed new signs of our life in the concrete.
Here in the apartments we are dying by the dozen,
we die by the hundreds, we kill each other
sometimes with lances, sometimes with glances.
We wait for fridays.
We want to put our toy cars
on their roads.
We want to see the cows and the sun before we go back.
But we have no hate.
In fact, we can't even hate anymore,
Cause the televisions elect a new enemy every day.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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