At a Place I Won'T Name

At a grim park unnamed Gangsters play their drug games Fallen angels find prey The trap bigger each day Must to feed living dead Lest they wander away Else who is Hell's Keeper With no one to play On a staircase unnamed The indigenous wait Haven't found nothing better They inhale and stay And the statue keeps staring So heroic he looks And commuters keep glaring Smell of smoke has them shook Outside a grim church unnamed Several lost souls remain Off to bed without supper On the concrete again In a country so rich They haven't eaten one grain Lord, rescue your children Call them out by their names Send the first of your angels With some loving words to say Tell these people the truth And put the devil in flames By Kyle Ezra kriticos