“A Grave”

Gathering for the tired and meek
The strong destroying the weak
Truths distorted by a false reality
Still lost in their alien society
Always surrounded on the streets
The only sound is my pounding heartbeat
Voices lost in conversations on a cell
The way they show signs of life it to yell
Yet their screams fall on deaf ears
The decision makers  hold one thing near
Money is the only thing that makes a sound
Without it, they will run you into the ground
And toss you out into the merciless cold
Hoping that you will never grow old
That you even die overdosing on dope
Or with their hands around your throat
Play by their rules, and you live today
The punishment for not following is a grave