white collar

Pavement hotter than lava
So many buildings
That must have been built by someone compensating
The herds are always scurrying to their stalls
Wearing nooses around their necks
Decorated in their funeral costumes
Their faces screaming to escape
Their eyes searching for a lighthouse
Through the fog they see
Their only thought
Counting the time to the end

A child says
I want to be my daddy when I grow up

Reviews

[emmajoy]

What an irony in those last two lines! You use words in a very skilled way. 'Decorated in their funeral costumes': i see that as being the clothes of those working themselves to death. As a country girl the picture you paint is horrific tho' finely created.

[Freedom's Child]

Thank You!

[minisla]

It seems a vicious cycle.

[Samuel Dickens]

And so the madness continues. Will we ever change?

[Freedom's Child]

It seems not but I hope!

[L. Edward Neale]

Great. Dig the imagery. Sombre reminder. Says a hell of lot for such a small piece.
Bravo!

[Freedom's Child]

Thank You!

[David the writer]

Well written again. I can't help, but laugh at the irony in those last two lines. Irony is just my sick humor. It's great, and flowed nicely wile painting a picture.

[Freedom's Child]

Thank you

[David the writer]

Thank you

[Freedom's Child]

Great poetry dear poet, full of wisdom, and truth you have spoken here, I feel a personal view to one oF the biggest sea man you watched,,, I had this vision when I was little before I navigated the big sea...

E. L.

[Freedom's Child]

Thank you!

Anytime, now from my mobile, hope to have soon back my internet :)