Roll Over

Streets paved with broken dreams
Cell blocks bursting at the seams
Avenues of deathly shade
The high-rise Hamlets lie decayed

Architects of all that is drab
Race out along a six lane slab
For each a highly powered machine
Returns them to their lairs of green

And those who took no part in the crime
Dwell cursed above the sprawling grime
And mark six numbers for the chance
To join in with the victory dance.









Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2015-12-18 at 01:47

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
You describe it so well. There is something about a big city that dehumanizes people. The last 2 lines say it all. Everyone dreams of being king of the dung hill by winning lotteries. Great work
2015-12-24



To me it seems like an accurate description of all the aging cities
The imagery in words is vivid. A very good write.
Ashe
2015-12-19


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
What a great sketch of a(ny) city.
2015-12-19


Nancy Sikora
Well said!
2015-12-18