City of Contrast
Bright golden lights in a sea of darkness
A city of opulence and spender surrounded by degradation and poverty
Artwork is strewn around in their little glass boxes like candy before rich and spoiled children who’ve tired of their mundanity.
The allies stink of urine and too much waste
Along the streets live the poor and homeless, smoking their cigarettes, staring off into nowhere.
They look stricken. You wonder if they even know they are there
Decadence unsurpassed, except by the poverty that lives beside it
Beautiful women, beautiful men, dressed for a night on the town
Destitute women, destitute men, dressed in what they have found
People rushing to and fro, busy on their way
Light and dark, rich and poor
This is a city of great contrast
A city of opulence and spender surrounded by degradation and poverty
Artwork is strewn around in their little glass boxes like candy before rich and spoiled children who’ve tired of their mundanity.
The allies stink of urine and too much waste
Along the streets live the poor and homeless, smoking their cigarettes, staring off into nowhere.
They look stricken. You wonder if they even know they are there
Decadence unsurpassed, except by the poverty that lives beside it
Beautiful women, beautiful men, dressed for a night on the town
Destitute women, destitute men, dressed in what they have found
People rushing to and fro, busy on their way
Light and dark, rich and poor
This is a city of great contrast
posted by Wizgang | 12:55 PM
1 Comments:
For those who are interested, this poem was written about Seattle, during my latest trip down there, although it could probibally fit for most any large city. I was struck by the discrepencies that I saw. It is interesting to walk a few blocks and go from homeless people standing on the street to a public building with works of art on display worth thousands of dollars.
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