Observations

I used to visit my grandparents in the country as a teenager.
This I wrote after observing the differences between country and city from my trips to visit them.
Contrast
Crowds rush by in a hum of faces,
And the city pulses its’ careless throb,
In a place devoid of warmth, running a losing race
Time and money are the things worth fighting for,
Friendship becomes a means to an end.
A battle on the way to winning the war.
Not so far a way are mountains,
Where misty secrets lie,
The voice of the river sweeping around
To a fragile sparrows cry.
Maddening still the pace of the hours
The lights, the glare of day to day city,
As the work and even the play devours.
Therapy keeps the bemused alive,
The poor content with their next to nothing,
While the vultures and predators prosper, thrive.
In a town where one watches the falling of night,
And tourists don’t come to stay,
Small shop owners smile as the fading light,
Means that they can close for the day.
With no place of safety, no comfort or peace,
The city clutches its lifeless victims,
Fear unending, deceit, pretending, it can never cease.
Greed is the diet of the upwardly mobile,
Hungry for the next opportune moment
To trample the dreams of the docile.