They stand on every street corner now
with their truncheons out
slapping them with black gloved hands
this what it means to live in Pig City

The curfew is 6 pm
and you better be in by then
they have made us downtrodden and desperate
that's when the word insurgence becomes a threat

So we train orphan's of this horrid war
to do something to even the score
we give them guns and hand granades
for we must fight in every sick and twisted way

So every day a child of war pulls a pin
and kills as many of them as they can
for we live here, this vision of hell ... Pig City
believe you me, all here is ****** and not pretty


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)