Heart of the City

 

We hear the earth,

and the cry of her people,

I am a witness,

from the heart of the city.

 

We must continue to be hopeful,

In a society

full of pity,

Yet, anything goes,

in the heart of the city

 

I saw my grandmother,

and the cry of her eyes,

As air pollution choked her out of her life,

Even with cancer,

her faith and hope continued to rise,

But our environment was unrelenting,

Because, everything goes,

in the heart of the city…

 

I felt the pain of a starving neighbor,

and the cries of an ill, poor mother

who went without out water

for days, even in poverty,

they comforted each other,

In a neighborhood full of pain and struggling,

because anything goes in the heart of the city.

 

We hear the earth,

and the cry of her people,

Poverty,

Pollution,

Illiteracy,

Illness,

and Political Corruption,

are the kings of our city,

 

How can we continue to be hopeful,

In a society that has no shame or pity.

Since any and everything goes,

in the heart of the city?