Here deep in the city

by Marnanel Thurman

Here deep in the city it is always night.
As I walk each street it is always night.

The men in their mansions drink their delight.
For those in the streets it is always night.

Those in the doorways step out to fight.
They slip to where it is always night.

Each plays a game to increase his might.
Each keeps his brother where it is always night.

We laugh, and lie about the lands of light.
I still light candles where it is always night.