one hundred fifty thousand

Across many states, the sun is settingA chain spinning warm summer airIt's falling behind the buildings and hills150,000 will not ride along like beforeMuddied roads, paved roads, dirt roadswill not have shouting rubber wheelsCities, towns and parks were a part of themPlaces that were but will never be againEven death is tired from peddling them … Continue reading one hundred fifty thousand

Taxi Stand

My dreams are haunted   by silver Korean cabs.None are empty,all filled by passengers,   that stare at their phonesand ignore a partnerI can't seem to go anywhereOnly here, there and a corner It's dark and will rain soonbut maybe I'll wake up before By Amaury

No Gold Here

The poor are poorerThe rich are richer.The hungry are hungrier.You watch but are still in disbelief. That ignorance is powerful. It makes you stare at a rainbow.Distracts you from the ground,where over 120,000 bodies lie. By Amaury