Pretty Bleak

Darkness hides

it shield and shrouds

Trouble makers know

Abound

Well lit city

ain't it pretty?

Complete with

a false sense of security

Purity, virginity

hard to find in this vicinity

big city living

seems to welcome the tried and gritty

People watch and you will find

Every manner of human kind

Fascial expression, cultural features

Fashion trends, corner preachers

Billboard signs

Void of a message

Advertisements

with nothing to say

Talk about a waste of space

Missed opportunity

A powerful "voice"

used for stupidity

I've got a message for the masses

Doesn't say "buy me"

But it certainly passes

for something of substance

Why aren't we saying

what needs to be said

why aren't we discussing

why we see red

What will we do

when all we know

collapses thanks to the

sins of a few, and we let it happen

Where will we go

when water no longer flows

from our taps in our houses

and there's no hydro to keep it "lit"

Take to the streets?

To whine and to bleat

over the things we know

We did to ourselves

I bet that day is closer than we think.