Faces of the City

Blankly walking the shadowed streets
Where this world and that too often meet,
A feeling of Truth’s impassioned rage
Suddenly jolts and jars the bars
Surrounding the serenely caged.

Cracked pavement lines the faces
Groping for any reality
Which produces ways to end
These sleepless nights and wakeful days.

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