City of Human Kind
by Morning Star
I sat today and watched your way—
Some so cold, hurried away.
A man asked for a pound to spare
To buy his food, to ride somewhere.
Men in suits dashed off to work,
No time to stop or share or smirk.
Ladies smiling, others lurk,
Little children looking up—
Seeing grown-ups mess it up.
Beggars foraging for ****-ends,
What kind of life is this, my friends?
A street so full of every kind,
Different tongues and troubled minds.
Arguments between a few,
Lads in crowds not thinking through,
Girls giggling as they run,
A man steals goods—then he’s gone.
People queuing for the bus,
Dropping papers, missing luck.
Policemen walking, taxis flash,
Strangers passing, brief eye clash.
Mindful people walking slow,
Taking in the city’s glow.
Sad and lonely souls I see,
Looking lost, and cold, not free.
People of all kinds appear,
One race—called human—gathered here.
All together in my window frame,
Free,
Unaware they’re part of the same.
Old, young, short, tall,
Dark, light, strong, small—
A city full of people all.
And love?
I saw it in them all.
Just a moment I sat today,
Yet a lifetime walked my way.
Amazing city—now I take
The train back home, past river, lake.
Back to a lane, a country gate—
Total silence seals my fate.
From city heat to country night,
A different world, a softer light.
I saw the poverty. I saw the poetry.
The street painter.
The flute’s soft song.
The rich, the poor, the right, the wrong.
My day in the city—
A moment to treasure,
A poem of people
That lives forever.
