I once heard that strangers who wandered into Sodom

Were robbed, beaten, sometimes raped, and then cast out.

I'm not sure if that's completely true, but if so,

No wonder such a city met with fire from the skies.

I once heard from a homeless person 

That the hardest city to survive in

Was the second-largest city

In the state that makes its living

From gambling and prostitution.

Lure them in, take their virtue and their money,

Leave them broken, then spit them out,

Chase them away, from the sight of those

Who make their living on the process.

And I can't help but think that fire waits

To pour itself down on such a place.