Left to our own device

The impulsiveness of these people surrounds me on this crowded street,
united by the will to race and divided by colour and creed.
The constant cluttering along with this balmy air,
those little children run joyfully with feet that are black and bare.
The night is crawling on and the sun is down,
and so are these unknown faces looking for something to disassemble their frown.
The shimmering stars still flirting with the young night,
the half arc moon fuelling the romance of all those lovers in its sight.
Even amongst this devouring chaos in our lives,
where the weak are crushed and the strong survive.
It isn’t always necessary to pick a side,
because we are a creation that work best when left to our own device.