The City; Graveyard Of Broken Dreams Poem by TMA

The crack of dawn has broken
Over the City in the Sun
Yet another morning’s started
And another day begun.

People mill about like termites
Like automatons; like slaves
Earthy mounds in the streets mark
Where dreams lie in shallow graves.

And they walk with stony faces
You cannot tell foe from ally
And everywhere they whisper
Of dreams strangled in dark alleys.

It’s the City in the Sun
Where compassion’s obsolete
People pass, uncaring
The dream begging in the street.

Like our hopes the sun is sunken
And the moon in dark sky gleams
Over the heartless City;
Graveyard of broken dreams…