“Life” Under The Fly-“Over”…

AT THE BRINK OF DAWN,
THEY ROSE FROM AMONG SHATTERS,
SOME OF THEIR LIFE, SOME OF THEIR SHANTIES.

BUSTLING LIFE AROUND THEM,
HONKING BECAME THEIR ALARMS.

BEDS WEREN’T ELABORATE,
BUT THE CITY TOOK IT UPON ITSELF TO CRADLE THEM TO SLEEP.

TRAFFIC SIGNALS BECAME THEIR HANGOUT SPOTS,
WHAT A TRAGIC WAY TO ENJOY.

THEY STARTED SMALL,
GREW INTO LARGE,
THEY HAD THEIR KINGDOM SPRAWLING UNDER THE BRIDGE.

EVERYTHING THEY SOURCED WAS FREE,
NOTHING OF STANDARD THOUGH.

THOSE ROSES OUTSIDE OUR WINDOWS DURING THE “CITY-JAMS”,
THOSE TENDER SOULS LOOKING OUT FOR LIGHTS,
FOR THE VERY BASICS OF EVERYTHING?

ROSES OF PITY AND WASTED FOOD…
IS THAT ALL THEY NEED, DESERVE?

TOMORROW’S BRIGHTEST MINDS BEING WASTED ON THE TRAFFIC SIGNALS,
IS IT ALL WE CAN DO?

LETS LOOK ABOVE,
LETS LOOK BEYOND,
TETHERED ARE THEY BY THE LAWS OF SOCIETY,
THEIR SHABBY CLOTHES, DIRTY HANDS,
NO PLACE TO STAY, NO PEN TO HAVE….

WHO’S FAULT IS IT AFTER ALL?

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