Amber lights,
Ghetto nights:
Cougar on her haunches strikes;
In the dimness of the day,
Others hover round their prey.
Each stalking some elusive thrill:
Hungry, greedy for the kill.
Tangential acts of random violence
Explode like bombs in the frigid silence.
And the watchers stand and gaze
Like spectres silhouetted by the blaze,
Eyes aglaze with dancing flames,
As sheets of green and purple haze
One by one the stars erase.
But who would dare defy the rage
Of the bird who sings inside her cage
Desperate for her state to change:
A chance to flap her wings and fly
On a wind that lifts her up on high?
But she, condemned to sit and stare,
Conjuring up castles in the air,
Tries her hardest not to care
While those around her, paralysed by fear,
Wait in apathy as doom draws near.
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