About which to be sad.
Sun setting on summer
Winter soon be here
You are there
I am...not
We are separated
By miles and states
Missing each other
At the fall of the year
Yet our sorrow pales
For we have not drowned
Fleeing tyranny and war
Have not suffocated
Escaping poverty and famine
Or fallen victim
To worse atrocities
Lucky
Fore Bearers
Brought our
Great Grandparents to this
Place
So we could help build
A land of cities
That was
Before we learned
What happened
To the Human Beings
That the rat, plague
And cucaracha all
Came over on the
Nina, Pinta, and
Santa Maria
That below steel spires
And stone pavement
Is buried a history
Of our own
Barbarity.
We are fortunate to be sad
About such things
About too much
To eat or drink
About what to do
With what we think
About the luxury
Of Love we share
About a conscious
Will and nature
To care
We are fortunate to be sad about...
Such things
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