The Sin City Poem by Collins Gachomo

Welcome to sin city, the land of Ajira,
Where the night never ends and the streets never tire-a,
The neon lights flash with a devilish glow,
And the sinners come out with a flourish and show.

The casinos are packed with the thrill-seeking kind,
Looking for the big win, just out of their mind,
The slot machines spin with a hypnotic grace,
As players with dollar bills greedily case.

The bars overflow with the liquored up crowd,
Who come here for the boozing, no doubt out-loud,
With no inhibitions, they dance and they sway,
Until the night turns into an unforgettable day.

Outside, the street vendors sell all sorts of things,
From fake Guccis to Rolex knock-offs with springs,
And the sound of a thousand voices echoes through the air,
Touting their wares, as the customers continue to stare.

Welcome to sin city, the place of Ajira,
Where pleasure meets pain in a sweet, sinful era,
Here, the sun never rises, and the moon never sets,
As the sinners continue to indulge in their latest regrets.