Back To City
Self pity,
Right in the middle of,
A populous city,
Crying tears of anguish,
That had gnawed deep in,
By years spent in sin,
Exasperated he said,
He was acquitted,
And had not done one misdeed,
It was the city,
That he had to heed,
It flowed like flood waters,
And made him a rafter,
He was after all hapless,
Puny human being,
Who everybody was seeing,
As he was everybody else,
Otherwise he would not have fallen false,
It is them,
At the helm,
And not he,
For all that and more,
Self pity was gone,
And he was back to city,
Once more.
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