◙ The Censor ◙

You saw it too, right?
In the mean sodium light -
that demon or freak in the rays?
To spawn me with birthmark,
gunfire from the sweet lark
Forever entoiled in this haze

You heard it though, boy?
That pitch to the decoy -
luring us into our crime
Pickling our senses,
forced over sharp fences
Jocund and into the sublime

You felt it too, friend?
The hard, bitter night's end -
striping day's light across sky
Where we're not understood,
hiding face into hood
As the other me challenges why

You tasted it too, huh?
The fear of another -
as city growls out it's debate
Antecedent evenings,
for acolyte's feeding
Young veins and young pupils dilate

You caught the scent, Bud?
An oncoming flash flood -
windowshoppers in their street attire
Shines the lies of the rich,
with a bitch of an itch
Smithereen hopes and no chance ceasefire
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