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