Uncommon Sense

There's a place I know, the place I'm from,
Where no-one cares one bit,
Where people walk hastily, heads down,
Incase they're next to get hit.

It's a junk town, in more ways than one,
A waste of good land,
Where everythings grey, without taste,
Exceptionally bland.

There's little hope, a lot of dope,
A Mecca for the damned,
It starts with Dumb and still people stay,
I don't understand.

If I had settled I'd be a wreck,
As though my soul had bled,
I'd have no wants, only needs,
Always painting the town red.

Don't say 'hi' in that town,
Just keep walking instead,
Don't even smile at a face,
They might just be a ned!

I could go on, you get the idea,
Does it sound familiar?
Take away the Dumb, could you live there?
This is urban Warfare.

Should I fight? Should you fight?
Would it be worth the trouble?
I don't think so, to go so low,
Would take us to their level.

Lets start a town of our own,
Where everyone is equal,
Where manners cost us nothing,
And no-one needs to steal.

We could all work the same hours,
But get paid the same,
We could sort things as they go wrong,
And not just accord blame.

There would be no tax, no VAT,
Just pay for what you use,
No fast food, keep the pubs,
How could you refuse?