You'Ve got to see it to believe it

You've got to see it
To believe it
The dirt and grime
And the towering monuments
And the poverty behind.

You've got to see the chaos
In the money world
And struggle for existence
And the holes in the road.

Yet the folk seem happy
They struggle on
Fending for themselves
Whilst the world goes wrong.

It's different from England
With her neat clipped rows
They've got big black patches
Where the rubbish goes.

The city has places
You don't go after dark
Like the drunk filled alley
Or the thug ridden park.

When I look at the folk
I think it can't be long,
If it's like this now
Before the World goes wrong.

The youth of the city
Still offer hope
Midst their overt sex
And their parties for dope.

They don't bear the mark
Of hatred that carves
Groups of one people
Down into halves.

They are not happy
But struggle along
Aiming to stop
Their world going wrong.