Jacob’s Island.
This is the place where all hope comes to die,
Where pestilence, hunger and vermin are home,
With waterways tainted, while ferrying corpses
Below rotting houses, with decaying structures,
Clusters of heartless men quick with their cutlass’
Whores of all stations, still seething, ensaring
And rats upon rats, upon rats by the ditches
And bitches and mongrels poised ready for biting
As fighting, and slicing and hanging are reigning
While rain they all pray for, to subdue the foulness
By howling new mothers, unburdened yet burdened
Perturbed by abaddon, the squalor, so widespread,
As smog billows upwards, and upwards, and upwards...