Pete's poems from the night.

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City of finance.

Under a lid of thick dark cloud
This claustrophobic metropolis,
Angular piles protrude the earth
Rising as reaching greedy fingers.

A gasp from one buried alive
See this city populace fevered,
In a race for promised reward
All ties to humanity are severed.

Within a sprawling minster of finance
Prayers for profitable gain,
Cards of gold, cards of platinum
In such devotion are exchanged,

Active service of financed aggression
The enemy is conscience and merciful,
Failure is a chance for a climber
For money has many worshippers enthralled.