I see lots of lonely people
looking to belong and grasp validation
in a lonely city with no promises
amongst fellow debris and the liked misshapen

I see milling fixed minds galore
where rationality is too arduous to befriend
and solace fares in futilities as real
all on point to do as told and never question why

I see them dreamers of lost dreams in now
throwing dismayed spittle and retching dark spite
to find comfort in pained remembrance
choking in shared tableau of miseries and guilty as sins in chapeau

I see bible pushers hiding in sins
playing Caesar's games and licking onto Caesar
to sell themselves for devils rewards
and harbour waste and deceits in their brother's stained coat

I see the pretenders singing gospels
and concocted choristers baying refrains inglorious
in saturation and salutations to the gate keepers
who see sacrilege in finery of a lions mane but money in ivories

I see the underbelly of corrupted slaves
brooding in the markets of lesser choices for survival
and earn ***** lucre and a place on board
for in the forests of concrete jungle no one is brothers keeper

I see a lot of sad and forsaken souls
under control hanging in fear and terror of white lights
a million secrets hidden by distractions
anything and anyways to keep on breathing unseen and unknown

I see all of them and they see me
I am not of them neither they of me for its a tale of two cities
and the drama is not that black and white
rather the disingenuity of thieves in disingenuous politics