Poem Title: Glory after Rust
Inspired by “The Great Mistake #2” by Drew King
We are the rustbelt Complicated, twisted sheets of man-made metal All intertwined Holding onto one another for dear life Yet pushing each other farther and farther away Lighting his cigar by the smeltering flame of the furnace casting sooty shadows upon the wall Great Uncle Rockefeller would say “The way to make money is to buy when blood is running in the streets”. When I look at the mess he made and left behind it’s a wonder he didn't milk the marrow from our bones and leave us as dust Rust now litters our highways our side streets and porches As we sit and swing upon polycarbonate plastic #4 and scrap every bit of the ore and metal mined to line our empty pockets Our industry depleted, exported, sold buildings decayed and the holes left behind in our transportation our livelihood our education need more than the Rockefellers the Carnegies, the Hays and the Wades to repair our rust and garner our trust. Rather give us new minds for a spit polish and shine and return our emerald city to full glory once more.
Artist: Drew King
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