We who grandly walk these stars
Know of no pain but soft scars
We sit, meditate to the sounds of laughter
All the while fearing it may falter after

But little girls cry to the heavens
Weeping of pain, praying for redemption
Handed down some miserable life
Of broken homes, unanswered strife

After, after the shroud of time has passed
When our pillared mansions crumble at last
So in our wealth we fear loss and think
And instead of joy, melancholy we sink

In the distance watershed teens wail into the night
But we cannot hear them; gunshots drown their plight
These crying turgid flowers of the concrete jungle
Know too much of misery, pain, toil, struggle

Sink, sink into narcisistic self pity
Where royal privelege becomes sunken misery
As glory and gold become our lord
Insatiable hunger drives us forward

These sidewalks chant now and then
Whenever blood pours from their veins
The cracks cry, credulous pleas to the reaper
To end the pain, the poverty, the cycle, the fetter

Forward, forward into greed and crime
Given all, we lose happiness in unyielding time
The wealth remains but gone are the dream roses
For the gap between more and enough never closes

The mothers are quiet in twilight
Returning to projects, weary from fight
Their tears are drowned in pillows, they pretend not to feel
So as not to wake the children, whose wounds may never heal