Vagrant disposal,
Without remorse.
Criminal presence,
In unsanctioned regions.
They pick the easy target,
Punishing being alive.
With twisted steel
And unforgiving cement.
When incarceration
Is the only
Option to put
A roof over your head.
'Ya'll means all',
A hollow gesture.
When overshadowing
Hostile architecture.
Abstract pieces of art,
Harming the vulnerable.
Retaking their carts.
Stealing from those with nothing.
Hostile architecture.
Concrete of evil.
If these bridges could talk,
They'd ask “why god why?”
The spikes under the bridge
Stab through the city's heart.
If survival's an eyesore?
I'll put a spike through your eyes.
They spend their life
Building up their domicile.
Then at the request of a
A pencil pusher,
He comes in, sweeps it away.
Domicile destroyer.
Your legacy burned
Into asphalt.