Escalating

The city possess two traits,
One on the road, other on the rise
With contrasting fates.

Each playing upon life’s dice
Protecting themselves with barricades,
From shabby cots of jute
To sharp metal gates

High, refined, wealthy and peaking
Still escalating for a further height.
Low, earthy, deprived and seeking
But escalating, to grab a bite.

Still escalating, to grab that daily bite...