By Alaya Battalia
People bustle through crowded streets Noise erupts from the center of chaos Venders shout their worth In a language known to all The language of profit Passed down through generations Survival of the loudest Mixed inbetween Breeds the opposite Those who depend on stealth These shadows sweep between Magicians of the street Quick to practice a trick of the hand The swift snatch wins them their fortune Vacationers a prime target for the hands survival The heart of a poor peoples prosper
©2005 by Alaya Battalia