Faces
A poem

As I walk through the streets, I see faces. Faces of truth, faces of lies, faces of good and the unkind
With every face, one thing usual a face with eyes, eyes that dream and a dream that dies because now they’re blind Not by the dark, but by these city lights.
Where streets are never empty But the stomach, a vacuity and when a child shall cry, You shall imply, teary eyed little boy, earn your own pie 'cause I’m blinded by the city lights.
You see pain, pain that sustains. The unscrupulous will laugh with humanness halved. No worries they starved.
And with each building getting tall, They're building a wall. They won't dare get to the top 'cause only the poor shall fall. Screaming in agony, their cries go unheard. So absurd that they cry, hoping someone will come and save their life. But everyone is blinded by the city lights. Wearing a face with a dream, a face in disguise.






