How many times has the Empire State Building been struck by lightning?
I was guessing three or four then I remembered how old she is.
So, I guessed twenty times.
If I took that times five, I would be a lot closer to an accurate guess.
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Do you remember, those wide open skies?
when we were younger, with wide open eyes
the world was our view, from the Empire State
or walking that walk, on the Golden Gate
days when tomorrows, were never ending
long before sorrow, had started trending
maybe I will see, those clear skies again
but who can say where? and who can say when?
wild oceans begin, to keep us apart
but I'll keep faith in, a wide open heart.
They talk about me in Cincinnati and Kalamazoo
In Texas, Idaho, Wyoming, Russia and Timbuktu.
They like my photos but few travel to New York City.
Where the Broadway shows are spectacular and witty.
A skyscraper, what is that? Asks a child from Chad.
I’m the Empire State Building, beautiful and bad.
Decorated each December in lights of green and red.
Come to New York City, see me, and get amply fed.
We can end this war in the world
without trace of bloodshed and
dark tears leaking on earth's surface.
Our bodies shall not be pages of bruises,
Peace is possible among humanity.
Our tomorrow shall be written with roses,
we can turn here a paradise earth,
Heaven on a graceful feet of the earth;
tears apart, weeping shall know no more
of our weakness dangling in the suffocated air.
Harmony could be an advocate of freedom,
pleasure, a pleasurable journey of mankind,
our iniquities not visible in the arms of
fifty shades of sensational sorrow lurking;
for we are here for each other' weakness.
Our noseful bodies shall not be named glutton
sucking all the air meant for all dignities.
Through the empire state of the mind,
we will build homes not forest of vale
if we fall not into the sweet lies of war.
Make not the sky broken again and
float on high over vales and hills...
if we crumbles, we'll rise breaking
walls of disunity of blood which
lies in bound that holds man.
©John Chizoba Vincent
Bigger than the Empire State
Its a very big world out there
Bigger than the empire state
Magnified by the problems man's mind doth create
If god was sat examining us on an old park bench
Carefully watching his creation
Every human nation
Do you think his face would mask any elation
Personally I think he would head for the nearest station
To take a lengthy vacation
So he could ponder over the state of the nation
Literal translation
We human's are desecrating his finest creation
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