The torn flag flutters in the breeze
reflecting the state of the nation.
Below on Michigan avenue the multitudes
of cars decrease as the number of
tattered women and men take to the streets in droves.
Their clumsily written signs are words written for helpless eyes.
The once beautiful copper siding on the skyscrapers are tarnished.
Bridges were built
to bring the people jobs
but were quickly made their homes.
The frigid waters of Lake Michigan serve
as the bath water for millions. The sky is brown
with the dirt of the dust bowl quickly forming in the southern
planes of america. In the streets wild animals run free.
Chicago, 2013
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