Ten thousand buildings make a lovely silver forest
The builders were impressed by this metropolis
No green to be seen except in mouldy corners
The sun never reaches those in lower quarters
The trains rumble underground, helicopters hover
And neighbours shout over the noisy bulldozer
Black suited creatures scuffle in a line
Swarming little coffee shops to fill up the time
Children scrape their feet on the burning bitumen
Playing hide and seek and chasing the postman
Cars toot their horns as soccer balls roll
Kicked into a constructed telegraph goal
A walk through a door to a dreamlike oasis
Cool air, pot plants, drinks overflowing your chalice
Large paintings and sweet music suggest perfection
But dear could you please shut the door behind you?!
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