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Rush Hour
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2002 too many people
can't take so many
Noisy crowded subway
(world?)
no peace
it's rushing by
too quickly
violently - the subway (life?)
Oh, but what a happy child I just saw
amidst this faceless crowd.
Children are our comfort,
they see the world the way it should be
so innocent - but so watchful!
No more do I want to sleep.
I want to watch the children in their joy.
Oh subway, stop shaking.
Don't throw us off.
Bring us safely Home.
I like your writing, full of emotion, it's easy to see your angst at the world and it's robotlike, metallic machine action. It's easy to lose view of the good things among a sea of filth