Laid to rest at the feet of the city
No funeral, no silent eulogy
Just a silhouette fading into bleak
Watercolours of the hungry and meek

Still whispering:
We get what we deserve

Still running with rust
Left long behind
Still filled to the brim with
Our shame and our pride

Still whispering:
We get what we deserve

Too deep to keep from drowning in ourselves
Too far to see
Too cold to swim
Too long gone to draw unblemished breath

Steel-scented air mingles with the sound
Of steel-plated wheels meeting steel-plated ground
As trains spew their filth and whisper:
We get what we deserve

"Art is always and everywhere the secret confession, and at the same time the immortal movement of its time."

That was perfect. I really liked it. It really painted a gloomy picture and it keeps itself going. That takes skill that most people cannot even comprehend Keep on Writing
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