The Web Poetry Corner - Chan Mongol - VICTIM OF ATLANTIC CITY 1
VICTIM OF ATLANTIC CITY 1
by
Chan Mongol
He was telling me what he lost
His life long income he finished all,
Earth's Hell, the dirty, Atlantic City
His end, his failure, his fall.
A big cloud in his face
The eyes were tearing,
Family of four, uncertainity
Hopeless with future of fearing.
Casinos honored him like a king
They loved his money and they took,
Even his spirit, his power, his job
His dignity, his future with their look.
I could realize his pain and suffering
Because I was there, in their sin-city,
Twice a week, being deep hypnotised
They also robbed my soul without pitty.
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