Do Not Turn Away"

 

A Poem about Surrey BC Canada

Beneath the shadow of rising towers,

Where dreams scrape skies in endless hours,

A station stands in silent plea,

A wound exposed for all to see.

The streets are lined with tired eyes,

Forgotten hopes, muffled cries.

In Guildford’s malls, the echoes ring,

Of what was lost, and what we bring.

Newcomers came with hands held high,

To grasp the promise beneath the sky.

But promises fade when hearts are cold,

And wealth turns blind, and love is sold.

TransLink trains hum overhead,

Carrying whispers of the dead,

Who walked these streets in search of care,

And found instead despair, despair.

Oh, governments who build and plan,

Where is your touch, your guiding hand?

The dirt remains, the sorrow grows,

The city weeps, and nobody knows.

To those who came expecting more,

Do not just pass—open the door.

This land is ours, this pain is shared,

Rise up, take part, show that you care.

Together we can lift this place,

Bring back its light, its human face.

So do not turn away, but see,

What Surrey was, and still could be.