It is such a long way from Paris
Here in the City of Angels
With Burnt Wings
Here with only fear on faces
Where nobody smiles anymore
It’s not far from a paradise
Someone once said that before
They weren't referring to
This city burning in flames of anger
Turned into ashes of depression
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No force was taken, No
“Let Them Burn !” Rang out
Cutting through the bureaucracy
Slicing through the politicians
Wanting in un-charred wings
To become instant heroes
Giant men frightened
With childish egos
Major ignorant zeroes
While the children screamed
Laughing and Looting
For Brothers and for Momma
Watch the City of Fallen Angels
Worldwide T.V. Drama
No-one looked at the core
The festering and bleeding
The wide open sore
Nothing was aired in Life's Colors
All transferred to Black and White
As Society exploded in Social TNT
It is such a long way from Paris.
K. Stofer Smith
Rag Content — Libro Dos (Copyright)
Page 18 / Mayday 1992
