Canyon of towers,
Glass reflecting the sun's thousand pieces;
Wind cupped by concrete cliffs,
Blowing past the fantastically black trees,
Scatters petals that shine,
As they pass through a shard of light that is so fine.
What beauty has man molded
From what God's left behind,
You might say in wonder,
But have you looked what's lying under
Those marvels of the mind,
Where now and then you can just see a little of nature's hand.
You may still marvel at the thousands that walk
Elegantly down the sidewalk,
But over time,
A really long time for some,
You all come to notice what you are noticing,
You realize your mind had been only choosing
The few who look grand,
The beautiful and the damned.
Like a fake commercial
You'll remember from your childhood if you recall,
You notice you have been seeing only what you want,
Only the few whom you have been taught to think look great,
While the hundred other poor souls
Seem to glide past unnoticed before your eyes.
But even they are not the ones I want you to see,
They are not what I want you to glimpse,
For if you look a little lower,
You'll see; if you just take a deep breath and break free of your fear,
Yes fear, because you know what they represent,
Deep down you know it's your lack of effort you now regret
That has let them fall so low;
It's you who might have as well dealt the final blow,
That consigned them to live a life worse than an animal's,
For it is still a crime to turn your backs
To a truth even if it makes you feel shame,
Because you know you could have fought back to save.
So, if instead of glazing over what is obvious
In reality's muddy surface you pass,
You wish to see what is there,
To peek at clarity is what you dare;
You might face what has become of man,
Finally see the world's dominant face of a human.
Clinging to the corners,
Hiding not deep enough in the shadows,
You shall see the beggars,
The rouges, and thieves
That are always there in night and day
In any big enough town, city, or even a highway,
Staring as they, in words or looks, cry,
An anguish they so readily ply;
Begging someone to hear,
Hoping somebody will answer.
Dragging their wary days,
Still fearing a future where with the world they'll part ways,
They have always been there,
Looking for a changing time,
Waiting for you to notice if you can,
If you have the will to look down.
