In The City of Angels
We strive here from dusk to dawn
Withering with time yet singing the victory songs
In the city of angels we are just few of horns
Some broken and some bearing the burden of the throng
But miracles rarely seem to happen
And the homeless, the weak still suffers the lack of affection
We all are here, though, with the urge to survive
To kill another’s beast and eat the flesh and thrive
In the city of angels we embrace the demons inside
To live longer than the desirable life.
© Akhand Singh, 2014 © An Empty Glass, 2014
