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New York in the '80s: The Cry of the Abyss
Facing the abyss, I see the crime
The city bared to its dark mime
Crime’s the mirror of misery shown
A lament in minds, forlorn and alone
Streets stage a silent, somber play
Where spilled blood speaks of more than decay
It’s the soul torn by indifference’s might
And the law, once justice, fades from sight
The poor, martyrs to their cruel fate
Trade their dignity for crumbs on a plate
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Saturday 14th September 2024 12:05 am
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