Capital City

Thousands of faces

the smog blurs

empty stomachs moan

which soot coated hands cover

I'm laying on broken concrete

staring at the starless sky

they cover my ears so I don't hear their cries

as the others bottle the sweat and tears 

to consume and savor 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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