"Big City Mask"

There's concrete connected to blacktop

And stained glass connected to steel
In a place where cloned faces
Stare on and seldom feel

Where emotions are seen in expensive art

And seldom displayed from an honest heart
Because the dollar is a trusted idol
To all those who stage the part

Dreams are guided by greed

Lives are guided by man-made signs
Always falling to the illusion
That it's simply "The sign of the times"

Cars that cost small fortunes

Wait in line at every light
Seating people with hands on horns
Impatient, with "Time-is-money" sights

Another street is added

Burying its heart deeper still
A dying place of cloned delusion
Is what I see from my windowsill

©1999 - Donnie Sergent Jr