City

Why do they flock?

The streets are lined with filth and trash,

And corners house those of ill repute,

There are men who seem to swim in cash,

While others, for money will have to loot

For their children who will scream and yell,

About the toys they want or the food they need,

And at a newsstand a man will sell

A paper he can’t even read.

A homeless man must beg for change,

As a CEO walks by to begin working,

And thinks the man is drunk and strange,

And calls the police to stop his “lurking.”

All of these, reasons to keep away,

Yet the tourists flock and come to stay.

Author's Note

Thoughts?

Reviews

[Nicole]

I feel this way every time I go to the mall.. Tourists are everywhere man..

[Crayon]

Well, I was going to say it's lovely, but it's not. It's very very wll written though, and I feel the exact same way. Oddly enough I just wrote a poem about the nasty city too. Anyway! Yours is really well done, and expresses a veiw point I share. Great job!