My City

Garbage in your streets, my city Wind-blown litter drifting past your dull-eyed children smirking around their cigarettes Rusting dumpsters spilling stenches On your benches lonely men Lonesome cats are prowling past the dull-eyed children drifting litter off to far away Papers peeling from your buildings swirling through the stony streets Garbage in your streets, my city Wind-blown litter, lonely men

Sunset on your hills, my city Ancient archways glowing gold Swiftly shifting clouds (of glory?) tell your story call me back back to days of old Laughing throngs of brilliant children shining in your streets Men of purpose men of peace Peace throughout your hills, my city Soon, today we pray – Amen.