51st street
i saw a lighter on the ground
i saw a kid throw his happy meal out of the window of a car
i saw a stray cat rotting next to his missing poster
all of his stray friends trying to guard the body from rats
every killer, every sinner of every kind
i find them here
on this street
i saw a squirrel on the ground
ran down on the road, buried in dust
I saw trash on the ground
filling up the storm drains, we can't keep up with the flood
every killer, every sinner of every kind
i find them here
on this street
any living thing with a bit of hope inside
is 99 miles away
from this street
i saw a girl, held against the wall
she was being arrested by the cops
a fallen angel, but nowhere near as saintly
someone I knew, but who cares, really?
i saw them throw her in the back
i watched them drive away in the opposite direction of my home
every killer, every sinner of every kind
I found them here
on this street
any living thing with a bit of hope inside
is on the opposite side of the world
from this street
the difference is like night and day
like home and away
it's different here, from where i stand
and that's how i know
i'm not on this street
and i'm never coming back
Copyright © Ramael Ashta | Year Posted 2023
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