Wails of screaming silent apathy
Come from all the streets dark windows
Fed through satellite dishes
With set meals
Of crusted current news and views
Social statements from “the street”
Or expressed by “neighbours”
Ones that you never meet
I feel like shouting loud
Come out into the road
And meet the crowd of lonely people
That are o’pressed together in this city
As I walk down the bright lit street
In the evening as many “sleep”
Looking up to the stars and moon
Was I born too late? Too soon?
How I yearn for truth, reality
But how I am sucked down by banality
Like a muddy mire
That I walk through as I see the fire
Of the moon and stars
Resplendent heavens in the sky
Just as the ancients saw
I walk on in wonder wanting more.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-signals-from-above/
