Scare-City

Scare-City by Rick Folker Here on these mean streets... The palpable lack of love Threads through the alleyways of brutal loss and unanswered prayers; The anguished cries of despair rise with the unforgiving heat. Here among the forlorn refugees, the frightened and the poor, Can be found the ones who forgage for a phantom friend and beg for an absent god to speak; where Hunger Games are played for keeps. Here are those we pray for Yet, never pay for... The addicted, the afflicted Those we would rather not see And those we wish might have never been. Here, a thousand miles and a thousand tears from the suburbs of the cynical elite One may, if one tries Travel to this city of the meek.