Life In The Wrong Key

I live in a city where playgrounds are built under the summer sun while Banks enjoy the shade. Where cars are double-lane and a narrow sidewalk for pedestrians. Where you are a number who pays taxes and a zero when your voice rises. Where cameras monitor the innocent while criminals manage them. Where you feel yourself a piece of food digested by the twisted stomach of the streets. Where the shouts of the street come into your home and the voices of the neighbors whispers in your ear. I live in a city with so many corrupt politicians that we prefer to believe them honest cause not enough cells could host them. Where they should dedicate a street to bribery, and an avenue to nepotism. It lives, in every city, everywhere.

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