The City.

I see the city crumble.
I see the people fall.
I hear the back and forth of Hope and Joy
sloshing over the sides of a bowl
too full of anger and doubt to carry anything else,
held by a man too distracted by Money and Fame
to realize the value of what’s dripping over his fingers.
I see the children laughing and playing
with rocks
and knives
and guns,
not even knowing the terrors occurring just around the corner.
I see the sky
and I scream at the people around me, but mostly they ignore me and keep walking.
And the people who stop ask me
please to just be quiet.
But if they could see it.
The city,
the people,
the Hope and the Joy,
the Anger and the Doubt,
the Money and the Fame,
the children,
the guns,
the Terror,
the sky,
I know I know they would stop.
They would forget their cars and tee-times.
They would join me
on the corner of Reason and cry out
why oh why don’t they see?