Eastside Murmurs

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Walking through the bustle
the sun beats down, the bodies hustle.
Beneath the glimmer you can hear the hum
The voices and cries of a littered slum.

Some may fear this
a few blocks of horror, endless sorrows.
And to be honest I wouldn't roam alone
Avoid it on your way home.

For when the sun goes down
They come out to play
The lustre of the town
Is gone for the day.

Eastside murmurs
The voices and cries of a littered slum.
Lost dreams and no hope
The end of life for some.