Who is there to catch you

When you aren't standing tall

Who is the real leader

When everything you believe

Seems to crumble and fall

The city streets seem devoid

Of everything that is alive

Predicated to the tune of

Predators seeking out

The bottom line

Turning against those

Who only seek to survive

And those who desire

What in life is fine

And can't be held

To a monetary standard

A stablemate exists

No one can move forward

Or back, again,

Nostalgia

Is a terminal sin

Life in limbo

Reality akimbo

Living on the edge

Not quite on the ledge

But so disenfranchised...

Tumbling on false promises

Of global merchandise

The poor are porous

Raining down like

Postulance and hell

Ah, well...

The sun rises tomorrow

Still shines down

On a world

Filled with sorrow

As it always has

Beauty exists

Next to cruelty

Unfurled

But this too

Shall pass...

When all things

Seem gone

Nights still lead

To another dawn

[Edited 6/25/12 1:47am]