Raging Current

I'm a city under siege
I'm a bridge below the stream
I'm a pauper in the pit
A pendulum upon decent
Room and board and selfish sin
Empty, ready for the rent
A memory to lament
Searching for another one
The fog among the lonely sun
A bullet from the rusty gun
Still a battle being won
Searing honest sanctuary
Magnetic poles of opposition
Pushing enemies and friends
Everything held within the skin
Of weakness draining apathy
Sewers swimming full of spin
Casting bait to fish within
Raging current always wins