DESCENDED by: James Tucker Never saw New York City as pretty Compared to a green And rolling field Or waves that crash In rhythmic beats Like a heart behind a shield Soldier on with thoughts of home That’s the order of the day With aching knees Through dirty streets Past walls of brown and grey Sometimes when The sun breaks through Igniting all my senses I pluck a thorny rose That’s hard to hold As shadows fall On Iron fences Even in my sharpest form My thoughts were always On the edge Unsettled scenes Unfolded towards me but I could Dance upon a window ledge A promise can uproot a man A lie can lure him in Just as strong as gravity Some will sink some will swim What about the romance Did it ever draw you in The songs the plays The books and bars Every line now seems so thin And of this creation unto itself What is the final reckoning All those who’ve framed its alter No longer feel it’s beckoning No really what was it’s worth What exactly did this beast gain Money love Persevering souls at stake Existence for existence sake From a Great and Ancient Fire Across an ocean of desire Like embers on a gust They hang suspended In the balance of their flight Familiar hearth forsaken plight Of their ash and bone We are Descended Hundreds upon thousands Millions scored the shore Return to their natural home Quoth The Raven… “Nevermore” But still I take the chance and cross it This bridge that begs repair For the fact that someone built it And for you Who had the faith to dare |
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