<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399277" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Skeletons</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Between yellow cranes groaning and bended<br>I saw people small as ants, <br>I saw people gather at skeletons of steel and concrete, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">lost between ovens that cook glowing, <br>between hell-hot fires of iron and metal<br>I saw people struggle in the dusk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and this morning I came<br>past huge, long pipes that hiss like snakes<br>between yellow cranes groaning and bended.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where white smoke are stoked through round chimneys<br>people were trapped and caged<br>between hell-hot fires of iron and metal</div><div style="margin:10px 0">busy with their work as if dumb, <br>as if only machines with their humanity missing<br>I saw people gather at skeletons of steel and concrete, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">through walls, doors and roofs that block off<br>lost in the circles that the city draws, <br>people were trapped and caged</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with crying, screaming, gnashing machines everywhere<br>without any natural refreshment or relief<br>between yellow cranes groaning and bended</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with tiredness, disconcert, alienation on every feature<br>they kept building<br>lost in the circles that the city draws.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like beings coming from another planet, <br>ghosts just waiting for a coffin, <br>I saw people gather at skeletons of steel and concrete, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">while some were clinging to black pipes<br>and children were laughing without concern<br>they kept building</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on terrains with danger signs on the outside<br>without worrying, with there destiny determined.<br>Between yellow cranes groaning and bended<br>I saw people gather at skeletons of steel and concrete, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">with their lives tinned, day and night<br>lost between ovens that cook glowing<br>and children were laughing without concern, <br>I saw people struggle in the dusk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: Past skeletons of steel and concrete by Gert Strydom.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399277" data-title="Skeletons de Gert Strydom" data-description="Between yellow cranes groaning and bended I saw people small as ants, I saw people gather at skeletons of steel and concrete, lost between ovens that cook glowing, between hell-hot fires of iron and metal I saw people struggle in the dusk and..."></div> </div> </div>

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