Shantytown U.S.A. [Poem]

[Underground_Network]

Shantytown U.S.A.

Ramshackle roads,
Decrepit abodes:
Houses of rotting wood,
Streets left unpaved,
The children are smiling,
Yet the roses are gray.

Faces caked with mud,
Eyes crusted up,
No tears, no fears,
Just smiles
And laughter.

Nowhere to go,
The roads too unsteady,
No transportation
‘Cept perambulation.

But even when the clouds turn gray,
Like they do almost every day,
The children, they stay
And smile for hours:

As time passes by,
And the most eager sky
Lets out a fair cry,
An obvious blunder,
They can feel in their fingertips
The love and the thunder.