Asphalt Soldiers Driving in a red sea bring Seeing clouds, smelling anoxic air Two long haired dirty men Carrying plastic bags of cans To turn into money for soil tick Trash, wet from the rain, dirty From no gain over the viaduct Of pollution, soy bean, soiled green A tower once a golden light bulb All now genetically spliced, hybrids Bring red sea brings of death, hunger At the highest point of the asphalt Mountain, she throws a coin Some pennies sent from heaven Praying they will do something To navigate trash. Tons of rusty Metal pile high as mountains Poor hungry soldiers, veterans of war Wearing muddy shoes, walking up A man made mountain, picking up Her coins, sometimes she throws Dimes of silver, quarters with Copper center circles, to gift Warriors who will feel they are lucky And know- God loves them, they don’t Know this Angel, she sends Compassion, driving in a red sea Bring --seeing clouds, humbled Working men, no jobs to feed them Only copper pennies, aluminum cans They carry up a man made asphalt Mountain to the bottom of a trash Can hell, rained on mud of wars, a System, ruled by greed Cheap goods, on a country Once a golden mountain, prints Money with no quarters, pennies Shiny silver left to drive out the Red sea brings, life is bringing Too many asphalt soldiers. Scribed 08-20-2007 written by the blue rose poet
3rd draft- online august 23, 2007
Dedicated to the polluted Staley viaduct
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-08-23 07:39:15
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