Among the ruins of this city and the thousand more alike Livelihoods have been devoured The streets seem to have been deserted Only shadows dare stalk the night-- Those human shells discarded by the system They own nothing, and thus they are less than human Blessed are the rich who make the wheels turn As the steamroller rolls right over us Where were the cops before the fences went up? They serve and protect private property We watched our parks become their parking lots, And the local markets soon closed up shop Only the strong remain All I see is d**h