The neighborhood of hard knocks


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.

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