Tattered gratings, scattered around, belch steam <br />Upward into the early morning subway silence. <br />Businessmen rush by, deadlines nearing, <br />With their briefcases containing someone's lifeblood, <br />Clutched desperately to their chests. <br /> <br />Haughty women, wearing their size 4's, dressed to the nines, <br />Click a sharp tattoo with their stiletto heels, <br />Wading through the sidewalk trash <br />As though strutting the catwalks of Armani. <br /> <br />But no one seems to see the hungry children <br />With their unwashed bodies and ice cold hands, <br />Staring through dirty windows, <br />Eyes begging, longing to see a friendly face, <br />Dying to hear a sound of love in the subway silence.<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/subway-silence-revised/
