under blind eye's and apathy's silence
hiding in darken rooms, back streets, alley way's
shrouded beneath a cancerous cloud of indifference
destiny's forgotten children
the broken and lost simply without hope
no longer having the will to fight
but everything else is a retreat
no balled fists , no firm stance
only meek and forgotten selling they'er soul
just to forget momentarily the bad
the underworld where the derelict, the deficit,
are the fundamental of classless
and wall street doesn't give a damn