I have been around
long enough to know
that the world is unwell,
and in the shade of an
ugly grey I have seen
high buildings holding
the warmth of the sun,
I have seen birds
trying to be birds in the
middle of dead cities,
I have seen places
that have grown tired
of the sound of gunfire,
and as the playgrounds
remain silent within the
fields of sleeping rust,
I will listen to these
walls as they call me a
stranger, I will leave
with a hundred heavy
dreams in my cart,
I will search amongst
the ruined cities for
something good, I will
continue to wander …
Clay.M