Reno

I once heard that strangers who wandered into Sodom
Were robbed, beaten, sometimes raped, and then cast out.
I'm not sure if that's completely true, but if so,
No wonder such a city met with fire from the skies.
I once heard from a homeless person 
That the hardest city to survive in
Was the second-largest city
In the state that makes its living
From gambling and prostitution.
Lure them in, take their virtue and their money,
Leave them broken, then spit them out,
Chase them away, from the sight of those
Who make their living on the process.
And I can't help but think that fire waits
To pour itself down on such a place.