A Housed City

• Maria Alkhouri, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2014

Surrounded by a house of skyscrapers crowding the halls,

The screeches of sirens, and the church bells calls,

I sit in the lounge room, made of cafes and malls.



I try to reach the backyard, that's fenced with highways,

With wheeled machines, moving every week for seven days,

Crossing streets entangled together like a maze.



Arms waving to taxis and open windows of wide towers,

Tired and blistered feet walking endlessly through a town of powers,

A place so quick, the day are just a few hours