Little Bear

Trudging through the grimy grey subway station
People flicker on the walls, people pass you by
Shadows darken and light breeds new creation
Where faces are mournful and all voices lie
Machines of steel and scattered feet
The drone of automated sounds
Fade in and out where both worlds meet
The busker sings of kings and crowns

Trudging through the sewers transportation
Rats blink and flicker in the artificial light
Creatures of the dark,sighing as a nation
Those that walk on two legs have the hardest bite

Those that walk two-legged come out at night