Cities of Gulls
The cities churn like a flock of seagulls
where fear comes from a broken unchained door
the masks of hunger hide in shadowed walls
fighting for scraps tossed on a filthy floor
buildings stand to decay where streets collide
garbage lay in piles, a strong smelly blight
change means nothing where the dying abide
to disturb the hate of a city's plight
children play where window glass is shattered
and the homeless sleep on cold darkened streets
where impoverished women's clothes are tattered
find their lives empty praying death defeats
Far from the rubble and graffiti walls
Greedy men of sworn oath toss scraps to gulls
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