I wrote this poem for English homework. I had to write a poem describing the City... and few hours later and Voila! Enjoy....
The City is a circle;
round like a spinning wheel,
trapped in a bubble one prick away from disaster,
compacted into a whole new world.
And the city is a twisting jungle of concrete mass,
where twisted vines and twisted minds collide,
to create another story in another spinning world for another circular city.
Black man,
White man,
Foreign man,
City man,
All ticking round the everlasting clock,
ticking in time: tic tok tic tok,
in a messed formation of the day to day life where a stampede is the easy way around, defying the laws of time.
Stare at the skyline; the trees of the city:
The lights like leaves,
dripping grime like the sap off the trees;
buildings like the branches,
The city is a concrete mass,
a urban jungle.
The city is a circle;
never ending or beginning.
The city is a circle;
round like a spinning wheel.
