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Our Brothers To Be Avenged
Here in the city flats
With congregations of millions by and by
Mindless to all but directional front
Café’s are open for breakfast and brunch
Architectural brilliance touches the eye
A Broadway quartet in top hats.
Copper beauty stands over her masses
Shining freedom borne from a free mason’s fight
Resides herein a king of this empire state
With places enchanting where lovers date
A bumper’s kiss in the morning’s light
When coffee spills from Styrofoam glasses.
Concrete drafted magnificence
Two brothers stand in the open
Beauty outstretched to scrape the sky
Within the clouds where steel birds fly
Cord box rides to a hundred and ten
Glass borne images of sunlight sense.
The world sees you empire state
The wretched poor and mass defined
You are to those who wish to be free
A breath of sincerity and will to be
For all has a right to freedoms un-lined
You are the way of the golden gate.
To others yet to tempted force
And religion tends the foreign man
Absurd are you; in worldly shame
Built as a pawn of Hades game
To break the king and slaughter the lambs
On silver birds comes the hoarse.
Brings to face foundations hinge
Screams in confusion of twisted steel
Zeus has commanded to clear the sky
Two brothers to fall and thousands to die
A people broken of a moments will
And stronger still
Our brothers to be avenged.
Copyright ©
Darren J Mcmurray
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