In the inner city winding streets
Intersect from way to way
Through the complex metropolises
That are our most human of creations-

For even in the most destitute of places
One can find cities that eclipse
All that surrounds them
As if cities are an emergent property-

Of our most innate humanity
Like the need for food and shelter
Cities provide not only dwelling
But also places for us to question-

And frustrate the traditional moorings
Of the common humanity which binds
The cultures and differences of our
Now deeply stratified modernity,

For as we grow concentrated
In our concrete dwellings-
All that can grow within us
Is a separation from each other-

A separation from all the emotion
That once came with being alive-
But now as we continue to cultivate
The roads and shops to fill us-

With any form of material emotion
Over the sentiment of inner truth-
We can no longer look to the nature
That we severed from within us-

For even the nature which existed
And was surely not of our own
Did we destroy to mold to our desires
And constrain to become just decor-

In the urban dwellings of our creation,
But in those complex metropolises-
Can one see that our destruction
Will be one by our all too human hands.