METROPOLIS; A DARK POET

I went to the street at night to enjoy the metropolitan-ish view at the evening. Among the lights and musics, I found young souls begging for food and ladies smoking their cigarettes. Then thoughts came; things aren't supposed to be like this. These facts saddened me as I came home and inspired to write a poetry.

METROPOLIS

Oh Metropolis, brood for your distaste of delinquency
Witnessing your people defiant laws and spared the malicious
Innocence dwindled in outrages
The truth is afar from your existence

Oh Metropolis, can you hear sinister laughter among prominent images?
Can you taste drops of alcohol and insanity?
Can you see the corpse flopping through darkness?
Can you feel sea of cold hands touching your walls to survive?

Oh Metropolis, bequeathing mysteries
Watching thugs brandishing their guns to heroic combatants
Silent in conspiracies and humiliation
Endeavored to embrace the bright side

Oh Metropolis, the vicious voice, hypnotizing you...