The
city noise and rumble
The
waking hours seem forever
The
motorists driving like zombies
Of
ligh and dark what's the difference?
Ah..it
is the money
Nothing
else that matters
Work
hard for the cash
It
makes the living hard to forget
The
crying in the dark
Some
homeless can't go home
Living
in the hot humid corridors
What
else is there for hope?
The
drug addicts in midnight raids
Looking
for the next fix for a high
Things
they can steal; money they can rob
What
else is there for tomorrow?
Well..tomorrow
is still alive!
The
pages haven written out as yet
Maybe
tonight there will be changes
The
transformation into a whole clean world?
But
the city will grow
The
familiar shadows of actors and actresses
The
stage set for tomorrow
Will
it be the same shadows?
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