Detroit's Fate Poem by Roger Snow

Slipping down an Avenue
somewhere between

another city and a Mile
beyond,
that one
Brightly lit in green

Lights out tonight
no one on the streets

Maybe I'm dreaming
or this City is not for real

Walking alone
no one to stalk my steps

Walking through a Clone
of a City, I once came to know

As a Child, I'd muse those lights
seeking to find an answer
of what made them glow

Tonight I'm not so amused
with the blown lights
of this dead town

Ghost Town People
are not real
they used to be
but they've since left long ago

and if you ever meet them

it's then
that you'll know
you as well have gone
from a City of Yesterday

where empty skies
still seek to once again Glow
for you see, , ,
There's always that Price
that you and it must Pay

Dead City
Turned out the Lights

and the sidewalks
once so pretty
no longer a Pretty sight

Dead Town, muffled and sealed in it's fate

what must the Traveller feel
when they've found they arrived
far too late

Detroit City
Dead as the Door Nail Song

Detroit died of it's Sins
No one left to sing along

Ghost Town people
don't walk
they glide

Dead People Gliding
without direction dictated by their pride
they're Dead
and yet they can sing
I can hear their Voices

right inside my Head ~~~~ End