ghetto sound
shivering metal sound
in a metro town
trains go by slowly.
Graffiti sound and
people underground,
a great rouse of upheaval
as Babylon burns.
Day and night
smoke clouds the lungs
of the city.
Fight to die,
die to fight.
Giants rubbing their palms,
pigeons feeding their young,
the depression of the poor
sets hearts in disarray.

The child
peers in rain droplets
as they fall and
swipe through pollution.
He sees destroyer gods,
professional wrestlers,
gangsters waving guns
and mother singing him to sleep.

Whose tears are the rain?
he wonders and the streetlamp above
flickers for a moment,
flashing sharp light across the boulevard
cloaked in shower.
Everything aglow,
the child turns from home.


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