Spoils

Contest Write

 

The stench of the smoky city mixed with smog so thick filled the air

Sinister shadows of the night appeared amidst the urban decay

 Where misguided souls came to play.

 

Across town another robbery takes place

and a clerk lies dead in a pool of blood

 

Three women were just raped,

a newborn babe found in a dumpster,such a disgrace,.

In the city, there is no pity, nor brotherly love.

 

 It's just another day of chaos all around

gangs of young hoodlums beating up little old men just for kicks

 Hustlers and hookers on each corner selling their wares and turning tricks.

 

The drugies,the pushers;society's ills share a common thread

do some crack, some booze and pills

Get stoned out of their head.

 

Nothing stands in the way of urban decay because 

 it's too damn hard to feel the pain,

 So they stay,it's easier that way In the spoils of the city they remain.

 

 Pregnant teens who lost their dreams single mothers can't provide for their child

The homeless too without any shoes stuck in the depths of despair.

 Man, no body cares! It's a city without pity run wild.

 

The complexity of dwellers vary, yet all are lonely and lost their way

 It's such a sad tale of a dirty city

In the spoils of urban decay.

 

They think it's useless to pray thinking God doesn't hear their plight

so they live the only way they know how 

 and the road remains wide into darkness they ride they simply give up the fight.

 

 They're hopeless and helpless in a world of poverty

 dwelling in the spoils of a city's dim decaying light.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I live in Detroit and after a time the dirt of the city become a norm. Your words are true. It is difficult to escape the B.S of the city. A powerful poem with a true story. A excellent poem.
Coyote