My Dear City
Sunday, December 7, 2008 1:28:40 PM
Why do the streets seem deserted and the alleys so mean?
Where is the jolly ice-cream man, with a world of fun in a cone?
Why do the street performers lie silent now, why have the musicians lost their tone?
Why doesn't the roadside vendor, anymore, shout his wares and holler?
Why don't the florists line the streets, filling them up with color?
Why did the city that never sleeps go to bed early last night?
And even in sleep, did my dear city not toss and turn in fright?
Even by day why does my dear city seem to mourn?
Why does it only talk of terror, the stock market and its bank loan?
Why, oh why is my dear city so tense; Why has it lost its sleep?
Even as it goes on with its daily chatter, deep down inside does it not silently weep?
Why cant my dear city smile again, at the sunset, sunrise and birds chirping in the sky?
Why cant it smile again at the stars, the moon or at least that aeroplane up so high?
Ive heard important people, give important speeches. From these my city has nothing to gain;
All I want to know is, will my dear city ever smile again?