Brassy City

I look around the place
With a gleam of hope
For simplicity and genuineness
Is there any scope?

I hear them shout aloud
Burning with arrogance
They boast of things
that hold no importance

With time they’ve become fake
They’re jealous and greedy
They say they can afford anything
Amusingly they can’t help the needy

It is true what I see
Whatever has engulfed my city
The city once so pure as Gold
Has become so ostentatious and Brassy