Treasure Island

Matt Ancient

(11 january 1985 / Africa)

City Of Sin


City of sin
When will thou go clean
A foolish society
In an archaic city
Full of vanity
A city without conscience
Full of violence
Greediness and selfishness
Why should there be a city
Without justice and fairness
The rich over the poor
Blood do they devour
Life becomes sore
Her daughters turn hoer
How can there exist
Such a city
If goodness is banish
Then we are all finish
Why won't they perish
In this city they cherish

Submitted: Monday, December 19, 2011
Edited: Friday, March 07, 2014

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