The Bewail City

The Bewail city Ragged into pieces of pain Each piece tormenting a certain taxpayer Not even a solitary taxpayer skimped on Oh the city of bewail! Walloping at taxpayers With no apparent misdemeanor Gazing as their dreams are being dismantled As they gawk in utter dejection, Hoping to discern a glim. And with each passing day Siphons life off them But they hang on, Grasping to life each single day. Oh well, the high and affluent officers lively Channeling the city's riches into vested interests Squandering more city's riches into their own More than a backyard garden spends water More than a body spends blood What city is this? Timorous taxpayers hide faces in fear Fear to question and combat all Greener pastures out of reach Trapped in the bewail city Oh down in the dumps! What city is this? What city really is this? A taxpayer shouted "It is the bewail city" Oh it really is.