Threading The Pulse

Slabs of concrete strewn in precious
for the solidity of transit dreams
to rise the wings of impoverished lives
out of their ruinous vacuum
and find liberty in the warmth
of a metropolitan womb.

It’s another vision,
another duty to the populace,
slicing through the sprawling urban canvas
just to breathe hope where it has vanished.

One more pillar of progress,
a single thread of pure lifeblood
added to the stitches already sewn
that shares a promise of prosperity
without the peril of commuter stress.

In the steady streams of seconds
where memories are scarred
by rage and chaos,
minds become an architect of passage,
which will add some joy
unto alleys of angst.

How the city of Angels
through its elected guardians
keep crafted new chances to fly
by corridors to ambition.

Soon more eyes will watch
their world shrink in its obstacles
because a few with genuine charitable ambitions
forged by concrete and steel
one more path out of misery.

By a new dawn shall they ride the light
out of their deep shadows of need,
stopping where toil and passion
can find a jewel of opportunity.