And
The cigar smoke of small town captains of industry
Who sit upon their horses so high
Lightning and life
Both chained together
Not fearing the lion or the wolf
Weathering late summer storms
Stirring up old emotions
We gather in courtyards and on Government building steps
Calling for action
Waving our signs
Small voices joined in unison
All the books have been read and closed
And cleaning out my old car I found bits of you
It sinks me
Like submarines on the ocean floor
Forgotten and rusting
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