City of Mud

Underwater, under the cobblestone streets,

And alleys smoggy winding, lonely crying.

In air thick as water, and walls of concrete,

Dangly ropes, stone and rusting pipes lying. 

Playgrounds of mud and murkiness feeding,

Crawling insects, unsuspecting passers,

Rippling skies, churning and bleeding,

Spiders twisting, creeping, disasters.

A home is a home and there's no doubt,

Underneath the streets seeping down,

Here and there and everywhere all about,

Millions of homes are sure to be found.