from a Little Height

on the top of the mountain

as I stood and looked down

the city didn’t look the same to me

to my wonderment, it seemed another

thousands of dim lights twinkled at me

never thought it would look so different

from a distance, from a little height

all those people walked in union

the markets didn’t seem conjested anymore

the cars running, injecting life into the roads

the stunning map view of the city

made it look flawless, somehow a little fresh

I couldn’t see no hunger, no poverty

there didn’t seem to be any dirt on the streets

kids laughing, racing to catch a kite

how I felt the lost zeal coming to life

I thought to myself

the city isn’t as dull as I thought it was

it’s still full of charm that needs to be discovered

I still could find happiness there, had I endeavoured

today, I realize the lost beauty of the city

may be because I am looking at it

from a distance, from a little height

I am watching the city

from the top of the mountain

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from a little Height

on the top of the mountain

as I stood and looked down

the city didn’t look the same to me

to my wonderment, it seemed another

thousands of dim lights twinkled at me

never thought it would look so different

from a distance, from a little height

all those people walked in union

the markets didn’t seem conjested anymore

the cars running, injecting life into the roads

the stunning map view of the city

made it look flawless, somehow a little fresh

I couldn’t see no hunger, no poverty

there didn’t seem to be any dirt on the streets

kids laughing, racing to catch a kite

how I felt the lost zeal coming to life

I thought to myself

the city isn’t as dull as I thought it was

it’s still full of charm that needs to be discovered

I still could find happiness there, had I endeavoured

today, I realize the lost beauty of the city

may be because I am looking at it

from a distance, from a little height

I am watching the city

from the top of the mountain

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A City birthing A City

glorious city with colorful lights

glittering with gold, with best lifestyle

fancy people belong here

they all wear hats and long coats

their shoes polished shining

their language articulate

men always walk with pride

their ladies always glowing and bright

each one of them own a house big and plush

inside they sit and relax

while they sip their english tea in expensive cups

someone not so polished sweats

this someone not so polished, is the servant who does’t sleep

the one who cooks for a family of 20, for him there’s nothing to eat

he doesn’t wear shoes of any kind, nor does he speak good language

always he walks behind the master carrying his master’s luggage

his children have never seen a school, neither have they seen a playground

for they are forced to follow the footsteps of their father

they never step out of the servant’s quarter

generations to come shall follow the tradition

children of masters to remain masters

to rule the children of the servants

slowly, the glittery glorious city, birthing a city

that’s dull, full of pain

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