Hunkered, cowering, crawling
The masses seething through
An urban jungle sprawling
Sky and stone of same hue
Eyes lowered, heavy
Watching furtively, each stranger
With hopes and dreams, heady
Covered, guarded from each danger
Rain splashing on head and face
As we walk to our destinies
Some to fame’s embrace
Most, to life’s inequities
What if one day, we were to rise
Leave back this dreary, endless ride
Catch the light before it dies
To claim some day that we too tried
But that is for another day
There is work yet to be done
Cash the check, claim some pay
A race yet to be won
And so one sees
The masses seethe
As endless drops in endless seas
With gray up top and gray beneath