City of angels this, marauding their heaven,
Of demons, their lives lived as virtue’s leaven,
A society alive, in all glory and depression,
Lives subjected to benevolent oppression.
Men of honor, living in its temporal lack,
Here darkness pervades, but it’s not all black,
Where joy is bought, as are sorrows,
And love for man’s neighbor, his hatred borrows.
Wealth divine, asserts absolute power,
All desires of virtues, it does devour
Waifs, orphaned, thank heaven for stale bread,
In present, they live, and their present they dread.
