My city.
Perfectly trimmed lawns
and flowerbeds that glow.
What is this city about?
Is all of this just for show?
I mean, I love my city.
McMinnville’s great.
But why has so many
succumbed to a horrid fate?
Down past the flowers,
past the smiles and care
is a filthy, hated city
echoed with a single sirens blare.
Homeless sleep
desperate and alone.
Babies cry and scream
against the freezing winds moan.
So I take you now
Away from this sad view
So you can go back to your
Smiles, laughs, and families too.
