Cruel World Poem by Phil Panebianco

The brightly lit moon has broken through the dark clouds above.
It has shed some light on our gloomy streets.
The creatures of the night have crawled back into their dwellings.
Waiting for their next victims of prey.
In a city of shattered dreams,
a city of inhumane sins.
A place where it has become hunt or be hunted.
Always looking over both shoulders,
because we fear becoming just another statistic.
Just another victim of this cruel world.