If You Were A City Poem by Simone Graves

If you were a city, I would claim you to be Las Vegas.
Your bright shining lights to attract tourists from around the globe.
You sucker them in with the promise of secrets being kept and money being handed straight to the pocket,
Guaranteeing a grand ol' time.
But I took off my sunglasses and saw you for the dark alleys you really are.
The meth filled needles scattered among cards of naked women on the street.
You're a horror to humanity.

But, oh hail the God you claim.
Serving in His house with a false heart and wide grin.
no one knows your secrets deep within,
just like the Vegas strip, you gamble it all just to blend in.

I found myself lying in the casino,
Scratching away at the carpet,
trying to reveal all your secrets.
But security got to me before I could expose you.
And now I'm the one with a bitter taste on my tongue,
And you're still shining bright with your tourists in your stomach.

If you were a city, I would claim you to be Las Vegas.
But you don't understand that, do you?