Metro
Metro
Metropolis.
A worn out spirit trudges along the hot pavement;
His tattered dress flutters in the air
His chest moves heavely up and down
Brakish sweat pours out on his crinky forehead
Bony fingers grip a rusty sardines can-
tighly like a hawk on its prey.
Few coins tinkle as he walks barefoot
along the insensitive stones.
Gloomy houses lined the street
Its windows staring like hollow eye socket-
deprived of hope of light
Doors like gaping mouth of hungry predator
probably of a starving Lion.
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