I can show you the failure of Capitalism.

It's mossy brick, and chipped plaster,

And rusted hubcaps.

Frosty bones and punctured elbow cups.

The sanctum of freedom and liberty,

Is devoured by the wilds of those

Impoverished and depressed inner city

Masses.

But it's dark there,

It's always winter,

There's always a grey cloud

Smothering the bright sun,

So who can see?

Who will notice?

Turn a blind eye,

Because who are you?

You can barely provide for yourself,

You are still a growing person.

Don't waste your lives for those already wasted.

Get yours.

I'll tell you again,

Industry has failed them,

The industrial devolution.

Leather safety blankets.

Not a man in sight.

Only black puddles and cracked roads.

Of course the roads are cracked,

The disconnect.

Put by the weight of Capitalism, and alcohol, and drugs,

And skin, and ancestry, and looks, and past, and present,

And future.