O beautiful city,
How beautiful
are your trees, that sway in the breeze
How beautiful
the flowers, and the fresh rain showers
How clean are
your streets, your alleys are so neat
How sunny is your
sky, where many birds fly
How crisp is
your air, that even melts away despair
O beautiful
city, indeed beautiful you are!
But,
What happened
to your people?
Why don’t
they laugh or smile, at least once in a while
Why don’t they
greet each other, or even waver a holler
Why don’t they
look at each other, even when their paths crossover
Why are they
lost in gadgets, either phones or palm tablets
Why do your
young adults, not have joy in them
Why do your
adult folks, not have a smile on them
Why do your
old aunties and uncles, work even at this age
Why do they do
laborious tasks, and not in rest engage
Why do your
little tots, never play in all these parks
Why are they always
busy, aiming for more marks
What good is
all this beauty, if no one cares to see
And if I pause
to admire, like crazy they look at me!
O city you are much better, both nature and landscape
Than my home that appears
so crude and dirty in your wake
But my people,
they know to live, and with zest, add may I
Your people, they
only exist, like
zombies with glass eye
