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1937

Madrid it is a hot and sad place.
Filled once with music and pretty women
now filled with bombs blasting on street corners
and old women hovering over their dead husbands.
Madrid was once a place of love and culture.
Love was full through every hotel lobby
to every small cafe, love was all around.
Now, nothing but abandoded buildings
inhabited by rats and broken dreams.
The hotel lobbies once home to rich folk in tuxedos
drinking expensive champagne and dancing,
now filled with young boys bleeding from bullet wounds
and burn't to the bone.
Madrid once a home to life
now a home to death and war.
Fellow Spaniard fighting fellow Spaniard
in a Civil War between life and greed.
Life was all good and well
till 1937 came around.

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  1. Date: 9/2/2013 3:47:00 PM
    I never knew there were these kind of civil wars in madrid..Its so sad in such a place like that. where eveeything seems brght and beautiful

  1. Date: 9/2/2013 2:07:00 PM
    This is a really well written poem that illustrates the way civil war can destroy. Good imagery. Best wishes Linda x