Standing above the city, we are demigods
Close enough to hear the sirens
Near enough to see the people walking
Far enough that the sirens just sound like music
And the people just look like toys
Close enough to hear the sirens
Near enough to see the people walking
Far enough that the sirens just sound like music
And the people just look like toys
Lady Liberty off in the distance asking for the huddled
masses so they can breathe free
Do you see the smog and the haze and we can't breathe at all for the shame and the sorrow that clings like bloodstains no matter how many times we scrub at it
The huddled masses are here, my Lady
What are you going to do about it?
Do you see the smog and the haze and we can't breathe at all for the shame and the sorrow that clings like bloodstains no matter how many times we scrub at it
The huddled masses are here, my Lady
What are you going to do about it?
Oh wow i really like this. I really enjoy the irony and the dichotomy - immersion and distance, freedom with shame
ReplyDeleteThis is stunning.
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