concrete graveyards

Buildings rise

Touch the sky

Clouds of thunder

Fade and die

Smog and poisons

In the air

People below

Don't really care

Birds of flight

Fly or die

Children of men

Sit and cry

Cats and dogs

Huddle as one

Sun is gone

Day is not done

Automobiles

Death on wheels

Misery

Is what everyone feels

Noise and darkness

Block their minds

Peace they seek

But never find

Men and women

Soon will end

No one left

We have no friends

The whole world

Will shrivel up and die

As concrete graveyards

Reach to the sky

(Wrote this poem when I was 14. The earliest known poem I wrote.)

1971