The Concrete Children

Water falls from fire hydrants on the hot humid day
Cars curse windows down as the concrete children play.
They step aside on the lawn no fear to betray
And pounce again on the puddles as the tires squeal "Make way!".
Otis the dealer surveys his prey
The ice cream truck chimes and he gives them today.
Joseph the John notes progress halfway
A few years yet before they will be on display.
The sirens the sirens they await the decay
The handcuffs the handcuffs they impatiently sway
The concrete children laugh as they play
As the waterfall washes their innocence away.

Copyright © 2011 Prabhath Avadhanula