The city looks bleak
From the lush outskirts
And the river muddy
From atop the hill.
I pulled myself
Out of every mainstream
Only to look
Scornfully at those
In the centre.
Their glory garish,
Their entertainment tawdry
And their life a tragic loss.
I was on a high horse
And majestic!
But statues can’t move a muscle!!
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