In the street,
broken cigarettes and bottles,
and ungainly people meet,
In the street,
where the wind it howls,
and it tries to knock people off of their feet,
In the street,
the rain it falls,
as the homeless shelter in doorways,
with nowhere to go,
and people pass them by without blinking an eye,
not ever them wishing to know.
In the street,
drug deals are completed,
and people go shopping,
and people are easily lead,
by all the advertisements like sheep,
and there are so many bargains,
and there are many with barely anything to eat,
in the homes where they sleep,
but yet,
they want all the latest technology,
all the latest technology,
despite all the gadgets breaking their bank accounts,
and making their families weep,
In the street,
the advertisements in the windows,
make everything look cheap,
but upon the soul,
it is as far from cheap as can be,
and the slave like mentality,
it is no good,
but so many people from capitalism are not free,
and so many people are always wanting this,
and wanting that,
and life is mostly a tiresome thing,
and the heart it is always suffering,
and in the street,
many despondent people dream of better places to be,
and many head for the bars,
to drown their sorrows and their miseries,
and in the street,
many rush to and fro,
never happy,
never feeling complete,
despite their families and their partners,
life is soulless and empty,
and capitalism it destroys the minds of so many,
and the human race,
it goes nowhere fast,
and lives are lost so easily,
because of depression,
ending suicide,
a sad state of affairs,
it truly is,
when so many people are pressured by capitalism,
and many barely and rarely have the time of their lives.