Sprawling spired skylines, sparkle in the night Sprinkling angel dust on everything in sight In the shadows far below, nestled deep within Lies a cardboard shanty town shaking in the wind Huddled in the darkness, strays outside the fold Citizens of nowhere seeking shelter from the cold
Where have all the angels flown? To their father's golden throne? Leaving we of merely flesh and blood and bone Stranded on the surface of this our fragile home
Kings in crystal castles, feast on fortune's fare While surly subjects seem to vanish in thin air Red ripe rivers rise on falsely fertile fields While we all watch in wonder at the weapons wisemen wield Friends all but forgotten; memories grow dim Prayers no more than whispers; sing a silent hymm
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Somewhere in some city sprawled on some factory floor Tiny fingers spinning silken patterns for Princes and Princesses, debutantes and heirs Under some illusion that what they have is theirs Whiled tethered to their stations lesser souls do yearn Perchance to buy their freedom with the pennies that they earn
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