In the City

I seem to write a lot about this so-called city. But reading so much, so often about the cities of India, and how they are turning into pits of crime, I guess that's the stimulus my poetic license gets...





Alone in the city, with an iron heart,
Subdue mercy and pity, it's the only way to start.



Cause in the city, there ain't no flower garden.
Cause in the city, people are killed in lover's park.
Cause in the city, all soft hearts harden.
Cause in the city, a june afternoon is always dark.



Alone in the city, that's the only way to live,
Learn how to receive, forget how to give.


Cause in the city, girls are raped in daylight.
Cause in the city, men are shot at noon.
Cause in the city, only bloody streets shine bright.
Cause in the city, every corner has a goon.


Alone in the city, how long can you survive?
When your very right to live, depends on the right bribe...