Poem: What A series of events

I
Underworld,
To catch A New York girl,
Who lies in white,
At the birth of night,
The heavy foot brims,
The dimlid eyes,
As the New York girl,
Brings cities to demise,
The wake below,
and quick fix herds make,
vital signs for love and life,
The way is open,
For passing by,
The graceful types,
On a new day,

What series of events, here.

II
The New York Girl,
Only a child,
come run to stay,
I could help hit,
The ambient lights,
Above the sky,
I hear the fury,
And light rooftops,
"People are the problem"
"Not the self elected heads"
Appall the appetite,
Destruction is the key,
A diagnosis for silence,
Things to forever covet,
Lungs and chords at twilight,
Lamps on the man,
Brains knees on the floor,
To fall for a mirror,

What A series of events, there.

III
Hope works,
Lying a mist,
The people "eyes glazed",
And war among,
"what is the solution",
People Argue,
In-Extensible animals,
Easy on the loans,
Coughing on the wide,
Empty on the eyes,
That New York girl,
Has met her silver dependent,
Fondle for change,
Switches on the floor,
Regret in a dammed Key,
For that we hope to see no repercussions,

What A series of events, everywhere.