A Silent Ode to the City

i am silent.

so quiet.

for reasons unknown

my own mouth is my tyrant.

 

but my lone voice,

can produce a noise,

so loud!

the deaf would rejoice.

 

City of dreams,

living entities,

hear my cry!

my search for identity.

 

I stare into you;

lights burning blue,

“O bright skyline!

burning with royal hue!

 

can you hear my scream

over everyone’s clamor?

tell me please,

i’m on my knees.”

 

but the City will not heed,

those who beg,

only those who feed

the City with seed.

so: the time is now,

to take this vow.

to feed my City;

not with a voice, but with a plough.