Deep within this blaring intersection
hangs a man from a blood drenched cross

Looking down on the pilgrims below
as they scurry madly to and fro

What was once
a tourist curiosity show
now a trivia question nobody knows

Part of the 24/7 scenery unseen

Melded into the mosaic of a society lost

Just another annoying city obstacle
we step over and around

As we mutter about urban clutter

Nobody bothers to take the time
to see humanity's greatest crime

Not one soul will be found
to help this wounded soul down

A slice of 21st Century selfishness

The new original sin