Poetry

America’s Badge

New York I love you
Though you’re not beautiful
Not all of you, shame
 
You’re making it sad
To love your city and heights
The towers of glass
 
It’s bringing me down
Though you reach up oh so high
America’s beacon
 
I stand on the roof
Of the Empire State all night
Until it’s all gone

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