Paint the air-blue red to yellow-gray hues
What ever may turn to will show device
From the city that once could have been home
Trashed by white flights, ghettos, and the pop rise
Economic flunks
We did suffice
But what now?
Is there time still to mend it all?
Touch Angel wings on faith and dreams so high
What now have we chanced to become further?
Don't try what hasn't been, we are now here
Recycle, politics, we can do more
Where to see my art updates.
11 years ago
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