Broken Cities
It's time for an
oldie
Broken cities all
around where nothing
is actually
beautiful anymore,
pain in people’s
eyes will nothing
change I have to
leave. ?Please God
fix it all up I
don’t want to see
another broken soul.
Nothing good ever
comes out of here,
so much potential
lost each year. Good
people are made into
slaves all the while
oblivious to what
they’ve become.
Streetlights
everywhere but no
light being thrown.
Judgement cast by
strangers lack of
care makes me sick,
how did we become so
lost in ourselves
with no love for
each other?
Nothing good ever
comes out of here,
so much potential
lost each year.
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