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.