There’s a city
north of nowhere
A city
stuck in yesterday
with no tomorrow to
speak of
A city
made up of alleyways
and unfulfilled dreams
Empty promises and
empty stomachs
Stone blocks jut out
haphazardly
filled with individuals
too individual
to stand out
A mixture of
hijabs, crop tops and
sandal shoes
Spending days
whiling away
like puppets without a master
A hub
of liars , thieves
and middle-age crises
There's a city
devoid of colour
making the profane
mundane
The only joy coming from
rudimentary graffiti
rough blues and
faded yellows litter
the wall
Lampposts patrol
patchwork roads
like burnt matchsticks
twisted and bent
from years of wear
Where did their
smiles go?