a poem by Peggy Lam
Rain beats down on dirty sidewalks of
this conglomerate city;
echoes of voices from inner chambers hide
the soaking shower.
Too bad after the rain the dirt remains;
residues of sin clings to the hearts of men.
Schemers drown out the calls of nature
with their boisterous bragging
to divide and conquer the weather.
Sorrow fills my heart when I hear the soft
entreaties of liquid drops on hard cement,
the hearts of men hardened.