Bright Lights, Small City
Neon lights glitter through the night;
Ugly eyesores during the day
Crowds throng amidst the sounds of profit;
Buried losses within the grieving soul
Promises unkept, yet unproven to be broken
Chants of polite welcome mask simmering unease
The foundation stone, from fissures become
Pebbles scattered asunder once the first crack manifests
