I walk these dimly lit
Rubbish bag lined streets,
Walls covered in graffiti
Rats running here and there
A neighbourhood of such despair,
Where very little people from outside care
Where life is cheaper than the drugs being sold there,
And we wonder why there’s so much crime
Wonder why violence is intertwined,
But equality is not part of capitalisms design
Do people keep there nose to the grind,
While having to live in dirt and grim
This is a tragic way to have to live life,
A terrible way to spend their time
As they slip ever more, always behind,
Down in to greater poverty
Down deeper into greater despair.
fauxcroft 
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