I can hear the voices
Of those having walked before
Striding these cobbles
Resting in these balconies
I listen to their foosteps
The ancient songs they sang
I imagine their lives before this
Before the international desire
A desire to come here and to see
A desire to walk these streets
And take part of the scene
To take advantage of the lovers
Take advantage of the lost
I imagine those before us here
Who called this home
Who didn't understand tourism
Who just lived here, didn't worry
About the sinking city that this now is
No comments:
Post a Comment