L.A. Noire

Some people say that LA is the place to be, With its shadows and nightlights, Meandering streets, Stretch of sunset, passion fruit coloured beaches, Where the orange groves spread as far as the eye can see, Where they say ‘only in America can someone start with nothing and achieve the American Dream,' you can even become discovered and become a movie star, and try to make it as a celebrity, Or at least pretend to be one, They say it's Paradise on Earth, Or at least That's what they tell you

For the truth you have to look closer, At day it's home to crooked police, Corruption seems to seep into every crevice, Where the higher class reign superior atop there Ivory Towers, Where the Mickey Cohen wannabes rule their kingdoms, where the poor commit crimes and join gangs out of sheer boredom, just to live up to their predecessors,

Some people call it the city of angels Where bright eyed men and women come to make a name for themselves, This city brings light and darkness, Beauty and gluttony,

Love and hate, Still as I look across the seemingly innocent Metropolis that sits before me I can't help but think, How can a city so dark be so beautiful?

By JB