Wax Poetic

The City

27 January, 2011 (12:00) | Wax Poetic

The naked trees wave white plastic bags
Like wounded soldiers waving surrender flags

Sirens scream from the project heights
Homeless were once suburbanites

Multiple stab wound lies on the street
While the starving steal the shoes from his feet

Where the in want out, and the out want in
Where lives end, and business negotiations begin

Where the deals are smooth and a bag costs one fifty
This is my home, this is the city.