I stepped into the battleground
called the City.
A smug place, thug, grind, grim
and gritty.
Where the minds are dirty,
and the streets are filthy.
Where pretty faces lives
in the small high price places,
Where you can catch a case,
taxi or infection.
Where the briefcases walks
among the shoes
with the untied laces.
Strap with constant protection,
not to mention the
lines with the metal detection
Fenced in but an open zoo,
open lives, open Broken and stolen
hearts, homes and cars. bars.
The city that can't sleep because
it's on the prowl.
A place where the snitch's get hit,
but they don't call a foul.
~vaibhv
