Ominous sounds ring around
As the city pounds the street
(There are mouths to feed)
Harbingers of mortality, distract banality
Of weekday repetition
(we daren’t make the admission)
A regular sight, from morning light
Blurring beacons with night skies
Wailing sirens provide the cries
A dying youth, a drug-fuelled plight
More blood is spilt, in the city we built
As wails dissipate, a lack of guilt
Another night, another life
Marked out by blue lights ‘til sunrise
To slumber deep, those lives belied
Perhaps a story goes to print, as we squint
Push through crowds and coffee breath
To read and mourn, the sick and dead
Reassured as sunlight comes
Another day to turn a page
Whilst one weeps, another will age
More blue lights come, to wake the illusion
Move aside to avoid confusion
Just don’t forget, it’s not your time
Yet…
L.S. 2015
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