Burgundy City

Can a city be a city without a history? History makes none better than another Although it does make a city, a city For the blood that fell from the horrific cloud To the red ground beneath my very feet Paves the pathways of the urban earth here The city know as Burgundy lies down Standing longways as a lazy maid does Never reaching heights far upward nor down Is the city whose history is not greater Then any stanza ever thought or wrote