The Wire
Different faces
different stories
all struggling to survive
walking the same path
led by various shoes
Shoes that pound filthy sidewalks
that from time to time gasp for air
side-walks that more often than not
are painted with blood
Fear, d**h and the hustle
hover above the humid restless city
foul spirits wander unseen in the atmosphere
released from their forty ounce tomb
Enticing, deceiving and enslaving
head strong pawns to their destruction
Leaving mothers to mourn
lovers to weep
and children to hate themselves
creating havoc, becoming addicted to chaos
The have-not will never matter
for the residents in this city are forgotten
and absent of heroes
Because the powers that be have turned a blind eye
having no compa**ion for this harsh reality
and find it easier to pretend that it doesn't exist
Ignoring a decaying society abandoned by hope
innocence lies roasting in an ever growing fire
shrinking like a ripe grape
sweltering under the blazing sun