When I walk through the streets at night
I see the broken down city around me
I can smell the stench of death in the air
I can hear the screams of the dying
I can feel the pain of the living
I can see the darkness engulfing the light
I can feel the coldness of the night
I can feel the loneliness of the soul
I can feel the despair of the heart
I can see the hopelessness in the eyes
I can see the hunger in the stomachs
I can see the thirst in the throats
I can see the fear in the minds
I can see the sadness in the hearts
I can see the tears in the eyes
But I keep walking, because what else can I do?
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