The Hell City

Aged furnaces firing words to the heart
Gray, circumstance, in public quarters
Seemingly expressing the rift in the dark
Robin Hood arrows piercing public order
Government and politics melting the borders

This, is the thirtieth century of sweat
The town, where food is brown and so is love
Where fun doesn't exist, except in the bet
Where God, does not necessarily, exist above
Where God does not, cannot, believe in love

Adventure does not exist in the Hell City
Poetry, certainly a thing of it's past
Ragged, gardening gloves, representing pretty
Snails, leaving trails, in Cyber space, fast
A planet of apes destined to dance

Human ooze, the birthing of mind
Quelling diamonds in the heart of pity
Where old elixir pushes time
And cleanses the grime from the face of Hell City
Revealing the seed
Human
Ability.........

Tony Taylor (Chicago)