caged
humans
with beasts
devouring
their souls
once
walked
our streets
as school children
laughing with peers
listening
to teachers
with the same
wide-eyed dreams
of tomorrow
as all
but
soon
so very
soon
those dreams
became
the rusty stairwells
leading to rooms
of decaying thought
where prostitute hopes
lying on beds
of desperation
festering
with bedsore dreams
were offered
a new way
of living
with
a simple
price of
one’s
soul