The fact remains, I came here not to judge,
hungry as a lamb with wolves all around,
entered the City not to bear a grudge.
Busily people act with minds unsound,
on the surface they appear confident,
on occasion, I scratch beneath the charm,
kindness disappears quick, unrepentant
on so many levels, sounds an alarm,
furled red flags suddenly display unfurled.
Jostled by the wind, we lose our balance,
unconcerned with change, we approach the world
diminished in character, with no chance
guaranteed to make a difference, we shrug
most duties off on others to uphold,
even our shoulders collapse, we lack bold
notions of reform, to repair the rug,
the fabric of the City, maps we fold.
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