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Metropolis
Fade city fade
the surf is in from lost town.
It rolls across the sky
it roams the streets as
a blood-splashing mist,
as a whale inside a belly
it churns the fear.
Fade city fade
the gray days are greyer,
faces crowd each window,
victims await their turn
while cinder-blocks burn.
Black is the somnambulant fright.
Fade city fade,
surrender your broken heart.
Your parks are camps in the sprawl,
the tented roam unhinged.
Glock law rules the unarmed.
You are too harmed
We care, but are not there,
and nowhere near
is there hope.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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