The elderly not peek outside,
They shall witness torment;
Disfigured town of old – lament.
Generations in a house to hide,
While the vile protrude cement.
Buildings screaming Repent, Repent!
Ignorant with the days awry.
But today they grow brave
Have the days returned indeed?
Streets, the fearful slave
To the chaotic enclave,
Of a dark and violent breed.
The Bronx – has become a grave.