Everyday people throng past through the pathway
Different faces, from many places
With pieces of baggage
Big and Small
You can tell from their faces
Different stories from their smiles frown and the in between
The pathway filled with so much diversity
It’s always been a unifying walkway
No matter who you are
Everyone’s got to pass through
Regardless of status or creed
pride or prejudice
The arch, the pathway of life’s hustle.
The arch is empty today,
What happened to the world?