Downcast CityA Poem by HB Rita
The city is sick today.
It is infected by something invisible Dictatory winds, bright morning In a cup of smoky tea in the late afternoon Poisoned by specialized vision; In Einstein's dead brain. This disease is not pneumonia, It is something that eats everything of thought, intellect, creativity, cerebrum This disease eats our senses. This city today is in an devil’s mood Eats the power of values and merit There is no sky in this city today No birds are flying in the evening air In a naked city, there is no definition of integrity Here, just behind the fog across the yard, the blooming flowers, carelessly cry! There is nothing in this city today. © 2021 HB RitaReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 25, 2021 Last Updated on March 25, 2021 AuthorHB RitaFlushing , NYAboutHB Rita, ancestors Bangladesh, live in NYC, achieved higher education at Touro College and University in New York. I am involved in New York City public school teaching for 14 years. I am also a well.. more..Writing
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