Hopeless
Flat-faced
houses look out
On strangers passing by;
The pavement feet away,
The road beyond.
A bus
trundles past,
Indifferent passengers
Gaze, glassy-eyed,
Noting nothing.
A to B,
B to C;
Endless journey,
Soulless.
Drugs, poverty,
Despair, fear;
No job, no hope,
No life.
Did you write that poem yourself Janice? I never realised that Berkshire was that bad.
ReplyDeleteThis is so very sad, what has the world come to? Or perhaps this is just the day-to-day drudgery of commuting between work and home?
ReplyDeleteCertainly is bleak.
ReplyDeleteHumans were designed for more community interaction and support than many of us don’t get in this society.
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