mixing and mingling with whats real and whats not

A land of chrome

A valley of walls

A never ending rat race

A vast ocean of pure gray and black

You hold such exotic beauty

But tears of sorrow continues to flow through your face made
of asphalt

Your cemented fingers continue to reach for the core of the
sun

And yet dog feces are everywhere as if to say you’re still at
the bottom

Loudly, you here whispers of hatred and despise

Yet you strengthen your grounds like steel.

Steel that barricades you from the time long forgot

Your greatness runs through the greens and the browns

That you illuminate hope, bouncing from one glassed window to
the other

Scattering shreds of strength to those outside

Flames are burning in bright red,

Its heat radiates all over

And little moths that fly too close to you are left with
chard wings and broken dreams

Lucky are those who get to embrace your beauty from the time
of their beginning

For many aspire just to have a whip of the sweet aroma of
your stench

Your color is as filthy as smoke that you summon from the
mouths of your little minions

And yet you portray the vividness of a butterfly,

Soaring and spreading joy to everyone

You are on a pedestal towering over the others,

Laughing hysterically and forcing them,

Forcing them to dress like
the monochromatic-colorful you.

MANILIAR

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