Green grass-
Ha! I wish!
It's just gray concrete-
Nothing for the wind to swish.

Smelly streets-
SUV's belching smoke.
You can't see the sky-
Smog isn't a joke.

Skyscrapers pack the streets-
Sardines in a can.
With sidewalks full of people-
Thinking they're kept down by The Man.

But really it's the city,
Holding them with concrete hands,
Their souls need to break free,
And visit country lands.

zahida