If you lived here, you’d throw rocks,
Trash and bottles, too.
Strangers think you’re having fun,
But you don’t think it’s cool.
Your survival is their buzz,
Your death, a 5 minute story,
Sensation holds attention,
When the news cycle is spinning.
But if you lived here,
You would cry,
Every time a neighbor dies,
You’d see yourself,
Your kids, in them,
And never wonder why again.