City Choir

Every urban sound is a sound of disconnect,

Of pain, suffering and separation,

Of intense struggle for survival — pain

The only way we know,

That wounds a mother’s heart.

The city loves us like a jealous cat,

Never allowing us out of her sight,

Watching over its kittens,

Oblivious of death that stalks every moment,

Where every wall, casts its long shadows,

Closing on us with its assured cold touch,

Of miracles yet to happen —

Of ivory dreams, of gold, glitter and fame,

Of wine and women and flirtatious looks,