SADDENED SPECTRUM
a disposable townfull of washed up,dried out, small minded crackers
people in this town use the system, use each other
then, cry victim and expect sympathy
for their insainely blinded plyth
the spirit is dead and everybody is
is a a constant state of lock-down
apathy,indifference,self-centerdness rules the day
churches crank in the money from the fringes
where an empty renewed city park sits in silent anticipation
where an indefinite grand opening
seems non-existent
a melting pot of persons; young and old
working and non working, existing in an open space
rife with the ghosts of yesteryear
an old Antioch dominates with legal offices near the river
a new Brentwood sits next to a new Antioch
rich with business, new blood, new families
Pittsburg floods with funds daily
with new restaurants opening every year
old Antioch sits in great slumber where it's occupants
scream for new order and direction
and every year, every day it gets passed over
for better opportunities that lay outside
its borders
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