Deep within this blaring intersection
hangs a man from a blood drenched cross
Looking forlornly down
on the pilgrims below
as they scurry madly to and fro
What was once
a tourist curiosity show
now a trivia question nobody knows
Part of the 24/7 scenery unseen
Melded into the mosaic of a society lost
Just another annoying city obstacle
we step over and around
As we mutter about urban clutter
The high cost of this existence
and all the attached consequence
So nobody bothers to take the time
to see humanity's greatest crime
Not one soul will be found
to help this wounded soul down
A slice of 21st Century selfishness
The new original sin
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