Simple as that

Simple as that


There is something wrong 

with this city

It is all black and white

People are grey

There is no birds

Only pollution in the air

His streets covered with dust

Tall glass buildings shine

on morning sun

Steel bridges carries its own weight

from river bank to another

Street cars rolling on tracks

Under the neon lights

Tires humbling around and up

Carrying grumpy people

From their work that they hate

To their beloved families

And the burek was never so tasty

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