Cityscape

Giant glass windows
and sharp corners
pierce the sky
and beckon to foreigners

who wander the streets
cameras in hand, mouth agape
in awe of the buildings
and the skies they scrape

a world filled with cigarette smoke
and eighty story mirrors
that become less impressive
as you get nearer

to the tragic truth
that lies within the lack of green
money is abundant
but flowers remain unseen.

We suffocate ourselves
with our own pollution
that shall remain
lest we create a revolution.