City of Zombies

A bus ride description of a foreign city

O beautiful city,

How beautiful are your trees, that sway in the breeze

How beautiful the flowers, and the fresh rain showers

How clean are your streets, your alleys are so neat

How sunny is your sky, where many birds fly

How crisp is your air, that melts away despair

O beautiful city, indeed beautiful you are!

 

But,

What happened to your people?

Why don’t they smile, at least once in a while

Why don’t they greet each other, or even wave a holler

Why don’t they look at each other, when their paths crossover

Why are they lost in gadgets, either phones or palm tablets

 

Why do your young adults, not have joy in them

Why do your adult folks, not have a smile on them

Why do your old aunties and uncles, work even at this age

Why do they do laborious tasks, and not in rest engage

Why do your little tots, never play in all these parks

Why are they always busy, aiming for more marks

 

What good is all this beauty, if no one cares to see

And if I pause to admire, like crazy they look at me!

 

O city you are much better, both nature and landscape

Than my home that appears so crude and dirty in your wake

But my people, they know to live, and with zest, add may I

Your people, they only exist, like zombies with glass eye

 

Author's Note

This is a poem I wrote while traveling by bus in a new city. It is a comparison of this new city with the city I call home.

Reviews

[Winter_Bliss]

hmm..Wow. Pretty good you know. I love the rhyming and it's very true. People are like that nowadays. Keep up the good work!

[jowrites]

Thank you very much Winter_Bliss. Appreciate your review.