At the Hop

Let’s take a cab down town. We’ll hear the shriek
of brakes and smell the tyres - there’s a riot
every other night.

The street lights squint on everyone alike,
on looter, hooligan, on junk and cop;
they do not heed the sirens –

they are left in peace. Sometimes a fire
may scorch their graffiti but every night
they light the revellers

to safely take their loot whichever way
they want to take it ere they’re caught… Wow, dude –
that’s city life today!