The banks have messed up
and the dollars have stopped flowing,
Motowns’ music
has
stopped playing
and
fewer and fewer
cars roll off the assembly lines,
people are being laid off.
People with no money to spend,
foreclosure and bankruptcy following
whole neighbourhoods boarded up
and even the city
can’t pay its own bills
calling in the administrators
to seal its doom.
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