BEYOND HIS PARTY AND BEYOND HIS CLASS,
THIS MAN FORSOOK THE FEW TO SERVE THE MASS.
HE FOUND US GROPING LEADERLESS AND BLIND,
HE LEFT A CITY WITH A CIVIC MIND.
HE FOUND US STRIVING EACH HIS SELFISH PART,
HE LEFT A CITY WITH A CIVIC HEART.
AND EVER WITH HIS EYE SET ON THE GOAL,
THE VISION OF A CITY WITH A SOUL.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Kipling Runyon Pome
I’ll dance like Rudyard Kipling on the jewel-encrusted Nile I’ll feed the force of reason to your enigmatic smile I’ll dance like Damon Runyon on your Nile-encrusted jewel I’ll thrust my soul, in season, like an enigmatic fool.
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