And she dances and sings,
Seductively swirling her skirts
Sparkling with city lights.
Clinking glasses,
Cheerful chatter,
The luring lilt of her song
Backed by the booming bass
Bouncing from her clubs.
They call her Mother City.
No nurturing, protective mother, she;
Nor lady.
A vamp, temptress;
She fills the night
With her lascivious dance.
Stories of her joy abound;
Proselytes drawn from miles around.
Bring hopes
And dreams.
Best also bring
Your skills and strength,
For she will rend the weak
To shreds.
Before the black fades from the sky,
Her lights pale;
Their sparkle gone.
She loses interest in the throng;
Slinks off with petulant sigh.
Leaving you to fend and fight,
She roars in her nightmarish
Sleepless night.
Shrieks of anger and anguish
Replace her nymphish song.
She burps onto pavements
Ghouls with machetes, batons and hate.
Once her evening dance is through,
She has no further interest in you.
If you don’t have a place to belong
Outside her revelling throng
She’ll throw you under her shoe,
To lie fractured, shattered,
To join her ghoulish crew.
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