" CITY STRIFE "

So gently, the touch of the wind
Through spires
Across city horizons
And into the kith and kin
Of lightly flourishing
Delicacies
Of sin
Where family's so
Separated
Barely, remember one
Another
And blood lines corrupted
By the traffic
Of insanities eventuality
Driven into the soul of brothers
And sisters
Weeping
At the loss of quieter times
Where the wind
Through the treetops
Is forgotten
And simply buried
In "City Strife"......

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)