In a soft excited voice they carry on their conversations
As if your ears tuned to various radio stations
Asian, European, African and Latin
Wasp Muslims Gentiles and Jew
Omitting I am only a few.
Angry, agitated full of grudge
And you hear them all at once, what’s the buzz?
The Chinese ladies speak their own dialect in a rapid tone
Two elderly men, by the door, their grievances out pour
Stone faced sits the Kansas native
Avoiding eye contact with the African man.
While at a distance not too far
Four young friends they laugh and joke
Indifferent of the crowd, Indifferent of their colors
Alas if we could only heed, to the message behind their laughters.
And these diverse groups of people
Thrown together by greed’s forceful hand
For better understanding, a dialogue demands.
And they all get off on their respective stops
Unfinished phrases left behind, for someone else to carry on
And this human circus goes on and on …… a never ending story
Uncomfortable truth and a human tragedy
Anthony Mondal a long time poet/author/actor. I wanted to add that it is in New York City I found my original literary voice in a budget studio on the upper west side of Manhattan. I moved to NYC from a small town in Michigan way back.