Show me a beautiful city,
and I'll show you, more's the pity,
poverty, need, hungry people,
paedophiles preaching their sermons
under the lofty church steeple,
racial profiling,
police brutality,
human trafficking,
political hypocrisy,
domestic violence,
inequality.
The so presentable city,
with over-populated jails,
squeaky clean on the surface but
with dirt under its fingernails,
homeless under bridges,
drug dealers in the park,
condoms, discarded needles,
left in the playgrounds after dark,
alcoholics anonymous,
meeting once a week,
food banks for the unemployed,
lack of compassion for the weak.
Show me a city,
built with tears and blood,
its proud facades burnished by
the sweat of the working class,
now trampled in the mud,
show me its city hall,
stainless steel and glass.
Show me its residents
in villas, loft or slums,
show me its upright citizens,
beggars, prostitutes and bums,
show me its middle class, children sleek and overfed
but immigrants and jobless,
sleep seven to a bed.
Show me equality,
liberty, fraternity,
show me collective parity,
and, then perhaps one day I'll
show you a beautiful city.