Unfits of the Cityscape

For whom are these places built
Where one can live with a family and friends, go to schools
Swing in the parks
Ride a bike or a wooden horse
Find a job, save in the banks, and invest in the market
Have festivals, the mainstream ones, and feast about it
Have a culture, a lifestyle, a clothing, a marriage,
An occasion, pregnancies, and discuss politics over the drinks?
Building concepts such as socialising
And anti-concepts like social distancing?
And who are these rest of the people
Lying at the suburbs, the boundaries, the peripheries of these kind of places?
Hardly having even a blanket to live by for the rest of their lives,
Or be born with some heterosexual deformities
The ones whose cultures don't take part in the mainstream
Their ceremonies, foods, music, clothing, and traditions
Everything differs from rest of the history written in the books
The people who roam around unrecognized, unacknowledged
With no homes, or sophistication
But a heart full of emotions and a mind of wisdom
Bequeathed down from ages
Which sometimes reaches the threshold of forgiveness and negligence
On being tortured and disrespected.
What are these cities, and these people
That never happen to merge in one whole identity?
And where on one side the over-populated and over-ambitious cities
Are built over the foundations of some dark kept secrets
Causing its incompleteness,
There is another side
Where people live on the edge of the sword of hypocrisy
Guarding their principles that nobody understands, and
Living as fragmented, non-humanised, incomplete
Structures of human species
Camouflaging their identities into disappearance.