darkness settles on the vast cityscape.
bright lights glitter in vibrant serenity.
slouched in the corner of the doorway, a vagabond sleeps.
bats flutter in the distance, hunting for moths near street lamps.
the police cruiser races to the scene of the shooting.
blood thinks he's bad, says the leader. soon he'll be dead.
the artists paint the buildings, rattling their sabers for war.
a grandma weeps alone, mourning yet another grandchild.
the dealers, pimps, prostitutes and johns ply their trades.
the children wonder if they will ever see their next birthday.
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