Little Brother, look down
The alley's going grey,
I don't remember what
I came to find today.
Tell me, Little Brother,
Is your truth the same as mine?
When you see the city magic,
I see the city grime.
How do you, Little Brother,
Look up - what have you found?
The sky swells in your eyes
While my head tilts to the ground.
Personify the smoke trails
And roofs in dimming light.
I merely heave a sigh
And draw curtains for the night.
Lie awake and listen
Whence the grown-ups' voices stem.
I'm dreaming of a time
Once, when I looked up at them.
Concentrate on silence,
Outside noise leaks into minds.
The buildings block my sunlight,
I'm left cold and scared and blind.
Little Brother, please
Hide city-sewage from your eyes,
For if you don't expostulate,
Your innocent soul dies.
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