Waiting For Something

Staring blankly at the sky
as the cars pass by
and the birds tear into
the wind with their blades.
This is where it all happens
where it all ends
deep in the sheltered city
of luxury and grief.
Where death is ignored
and life is wasted
on sanctuaries of gold,
the people pass by
flashing their cars,
their phones,
their leather bags,
their dried up souls emerge
knocking at the chest,
the water runs down the sewers
and some suicidal depictions
follow.

Staring blankly at the sky
as the city ravages the mind,
the poor run
in and out of jobs,
in and out of hospitals,
always begging for help
from god
from the government
from anyone who's willing
to cure the deep loneliness
that was freely given
and that's constantly nurtured
by the blood of the city.
The buses travel the streets
carrying the hopeless
kids still reaching
towards a brighter day,
and as they pick up the bottle
the man in the mirror frowns
and the city smiles once again.

Staring blankly at the sky
waiting for something to change
waiting for some kind of explosion,
but the clouds just move
slower and slower
and the world
just grows madder and madder.