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Big City Wilderness
by David Pekrul
copyright 07-05-2006


Age Rating: 10 to 127

  Big City Wilderness
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Big city wilderness, what can compare?
Folks by the millions, in lone solitaire,
Looking, not seeing the traffic around,
Heading to work and then home they are bound.

No time for chatter or saying “Good Day”,
In a big hurry, they go their own way,
Whether by subway or taxi or bus,
"Nothing is perfect", they rant and they cuss.

Playing the markets and selling their stock,
Buying a house, now they own the whole block,
Everything’s business, but nothing is sure,
Yet they keep working, not feeling secure.

No time for laughter or time for a friend,
Only this madness, now when will it end?
Thinking they’re happy, but living a lie,
Why just depend on demand and supply?

Big city wilderness, choking on fumes,
Working so hard for the things they consume,
When all is done, there is nothing to keep,
Drowning in debt, and a debt that’s so deep.

Stock market crashing and real estate gone,
Dark is the night; will they ever see dawn?
Lonely is life when you’re stuck in a crowd,
Sorrow is quiet, but traffic is loud.

Darkness is coming and days are all used,
Feeling mistreated, betrayed and abused,
Big city wilderness, what do you care?
Everyone trapped in a strange love affair


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07-10-2006 Jessica P.    

Wow, another one of your great peices! But I have one thing to say, no matter how much any one person falls into darkness, there's always a ray of hope (however small or big) to save them. But then again, they have the choice. Some people don't even know it. They're too obsessed with business and money, no time to smell the flowers. Anywho this is a great poem, like all the rest!
07-05-2006 James Shammas    

Being born and bred in Brooklyn and spending most of my life in New York City, I can relate to this. One does indeed develop a "strange love affair" with the city, perhaps out of necessity and survival, at least initially. Nevertheless, there is a beauty that only a big city can offer, if one can slow down in one's mind and see the miracles in the melting pot: the ethnic diversity, the varied and rich culture that only a city like New York can offer. That's why I can't live more than 30 miles away (though I am enjoying the burbs).
The poem is well-written. I like that faintly positive spin I sensed at the end, with what I hope is not a total denigration of our big cities.

Jim
07-05-2006 Lyle Berry    

One of your best, in my humble opinion. You express our world predicament so incredibly well - bared to the bone. I often experience this feeling of futility as a result of my endeavors and sense it all around me in the futile skirmishes of others. Whether any of it has valid meaning or purpose we shall ponder eternally. Excellent write.
07-05-2006 Brian Dickenson    

I like this a lot. You have captured the essence of living in any big city. Most of them are soulless wildernesses.
Collapse on the pavement and it's likely you'll be stepped over.
Why is it that those same people once out in the countryside will stop and give one the time of day, even smile.
People are strange and cities even stranger.
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