The City of Doom

Everyday flows by like the transient wind,
Like mice, we are chasing happiness.
Scurrying helplessly in this rat race,
In hope of a heavenly hand, to get blessed.

The building pent up frustration,
Living this moribund life with monotony.
If only there was an escape
From this diseased and decaying city.

Skyscrapers tearing up the skies,
Not a heartbeat in this jungle of concrete.
Humans, prisoners of their creation
Cold, Dull and Discrete.

Helplessness and despair galore
Not a ray of hope for miles.
In this cold and damned world.
Filled with cold, plastic smiles.

The power to give happiness,
Vested in the hands of so very few.
Hunger, a parasite, crippling people dry.
While the happy, effervesce in their Irish brew.

Under this lead sky wishing,
An illusion, is this dark gloom.
Eternal hunger in this prison of aspiration,
There's no escape from this City of Doom.