Clouds of America


I wandered through the city's path,
smoke and smog drag through the air
Tall shadows follow broken figures,
Their patched clothes dance in the wind.

Lost soldiers saunter and slouch,
Their forgotten blood paints fallen bridges.
The freed angels weep in despair,
Their prayers shame the rich and royal.

Through the mumbles of the men,
Past sorrowful songs from women,
The young and youthful no longer dream as
Screams of anguish plague every mind.

From gardens full of trees and stone,
To fields filled with fallen flowers
The sun cowers in the darkness
As the New York sky falls in ashes.

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