In The City

Where plenty abounds

And our interests are aroused at whim

The wise are only but a few

The zeal to obtain wisdom is waning

Though it is in abundance

Down the pit, a lot are plunging

With their eyes and senses at their mercy

Here in the city at every turn is a crowd

Many are on the queue

A little time to themselves, they care not

They all want to be in the know of the latest

And honestly it is quite hard to be ascertain

As the day approaches its’ twilight

The beast is awakened and men retire

For activities abounds only for a short night

When the dead walks and the living sleeps

Empty drums making the usual noise

And it goes on and on

Yet! Some say

You can’t find us at any other place but here.