Las Vegas

A place of fortune and weeps,
Gleaming lights, city sin, scammers,
Many gamblers gather.
Chosen to be reckless in doubt of fear,
A gamble for the broken trail at the brim of a cup,
They said it would be fun but left a person feel undone,
Lost my money to some freaks,
A hustle of traffic in the streets,
The faint of the dusk upon the city so golden,
But the debt has left people lost and broken,
Lights are up and the night had just begun,
In the shadows gangs and hustlers sneer the distressed town of broken glass,
Fine dining of exquisite taste while shopping without an endless escape,
While the city beams in revenue,
People fall for the tourists trap.
A place of fortune and weeps,
Gleaming lights, city sin, scammers,
Many gamblers gather.