The city's lighted window panes Are signs that mock me where they loom; Such light as leaking from their frames Obscures the stars, creates but gloom. Its streetlights probe and pierce the night; Their soulless burning sight appals, And hounded souls they put to flight Down dark grey ways of concrete walls. These pallid urban denizens With pointing fingers, staring eyes Accuse: you are no citizen Of barren fields of blighted lives.