surrounded but always isolated
windows look into extinction
store fronts that haven't sold for years
can you trust a city
whose arteries haven't seen sunlight
for a hundred years?
ears are ringing with everything
but eyes that see nothing
walk right past
consumption is inevitable
in a place that has it all
more steel reaches for a starless sky
whites move into one neighborhood
the blacks into another
signs get bigger, ads are brighter
prostitutes find another corner
despite what the papers say,
things are being sold
nothing in this mad world changes
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