A short poem mourning the impending death of our neighborhoods

In party houses, loud and wild, Nuisances flow, like a tempest, piled, Noise and trash, excessive cars, Strangers' faces beneath the stars.

Shootings, fighting, smoke-filled air, Communities suffer, in deep despair, Stress and panic, fear takes hold, As predatory investors seek their gold.

But let us stand, united strong, Reclaim our neighborhoods, where we belong, For community's worth, it shines so bright, In the face of darkness, we'll find our light.

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