A City

Try walking around in this grey northern town
on a cold winters day as the rain tumbles down
and the remnants of last evenings revels laid bare
with the cloying aroma of death in the air.

The confines of concreted streets map your way
through the barrage of homeless. On shoppers they prey.
It seems every corner is some poor souls bed
with their sleeping bags piss stained, the stink fills your head. 

While the overly eager Samaritans ply
to the needs of the needy, their reasons belie
all their passion for trying to help save a life
or at least have one day for them not mired in strife.

Its a dark picture painted in very few words
of the life of a city. A city of thirds.
Theres the  students who party and workers who work
and the last third? The nameless, those lost in the murk.