• I walked through the streets of the darkened city,
    children left out in the cold wrapped in tattered clothing,
    without even one necessity,
    they lay on the cold street dying.

    This is what remains,
    after greed's calamity.
    This is all the city contains,
    the stench of poverty.

    I see the children gathered in bands,
    and I can't even bear to hold their trembling hands.