GHOST TOWNS
Among the ruins of this city
And the thousands more alike
Livelihoods have been devoured
The streets seem to have been deserted
Only shadows dare stalk the night
Those human shells discarded by the system
They own nothing, thus they are less than human
Blessed are the rich who make the wheels turn
As the steamrollers rolls - rolls right over us
Where were the cops before the fences went up?
They serve and protect private property
We watched our parks become their parking lots
And the local markets soon closed up shop
Only the strong remain
All I see is death