…The streets are teaming with terror,
Faces are filled with penitential pain.
The people there don’t live too long,
As the homeless linger in utter shame….
The “ladies of the night” are scandalous,
Lurking as bold “Thunderbirds” of prey,
Stopping all whom walk the boulevards,
Hoping some innocent soul will play.
The children there are lost and lawless; 1 
They scantly know wrong from right,
I only hope, they forget about dope—
And return to the business of life! 2

Open our [eyes],
Thy God Reigneth. 3

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