| First Poem after 9/11 City of lights Of dirt and pain and sorrow you have that in your marrow? The hustle and bustle Of thausands of people Going about looking for something Perhaps a lover or a beloved Money and gold to be squandered Have you lost your soul In the city of lights City of lights beacons To immigrants and locals alike Come and be a city rat Will cloth and feed you We will torment or save Just come be brave |
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