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There’s a song about a block the city tried to hide
It’s where you’d go if you became a victim of the corporate fratricide
The block was lit up by the oil drum fire-fireside
Their children fed upon the crumbs the people walking by supplied

One night a swarm of eyes, lit up like fires in the dark
And though the panic spread when snapping teeth began to meet their mark
No help in sight or reach, no army sure as hell no Noah’s ark
Cut off from everyone, an island down on 43rd and Park

Without a further haste they set their will against the storm
And using garbage bins they jury-rigged a fortress ‘gainst the swarm
With baseball bats and broken bottles, wrapped in blankets to stay warm
They lasted 90 hours and watched their world devour and transform

T’was in their darkest hour when hope had finally been reshaped
They knocked a hole into a wall and made a Hollywood escape
They found the biggest yacht they could and took off sailing down the cape
Here’s hope that in the end they learned exactly how much blood to take

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Eric Kiefer - Wordsmith and Troubadour Rutherford, New Jersey

Eric Kiefer is an award-winning writer, modern-day troubadour and 15-year factotum. Learn more about the artist and download awesome stuff at www.TheKiefer.com

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