Analysis of Lost in New York

Lost in New York

Brechtian
city of Mahogonny
within the city of jungles
we make our way

The gilded city of Gotham
Sketched forests of the mind
Find solace under subterranean
Metal cells of human life

Thundering rattling cages
Scream through iron rails
Bring endless numbers to destinations unknown
Like the heart pumps the blood through its Veins

White washed city that I loved
Of broken dreams with histories wiped clear
Machines of structures that
Feed the beast of time
Distilled gentrified to non existence
What filth lies concealed within its shadows?

Speak truth to power Speak it loud
Speak it clear and let the voices hear
My beloved city in the city that I loved

Hope dies slow upon its wounded ears
Bankster's in pinstripes Swindlers and thieves
That guards their treasure chests
Behind the smiling faces a parody of jests
Where gates are well guarded for their interest stakes

Once a thriving town of manufacturing and workers
Where coal became diamonds amidst the waving grass
Now lies barren to a feudal class
A tale of two cities in the city that I loved

Fresh meat of an underclass to feed the paper tigers
From their ivory towers
Take the A train and see it plain
Forget the past and future dreams
Look into the eyes of listless streams of Passers going by
Walk the halls of public schools
The collateral damage of our times

Bureaucratic mobsters defend their nich
Through facades of  rancid smiles
and fear that keep The rabble at bay
as they talk of being one in the city that I loved

But don’t despair  there are hero’s
The ones who work the day and give without a say
As we pass dark times I believe we will win our
Spirit once again and our beloved city will shine
Like a beacon on a shining hill
in the city that I loved