For thou hast been a strength to the poor,
A strength to the needy in his distress,
A refuge from the storm,
A shadow from the heat,
No more. 

 

A barren plain of grass,
Strewn with the waste of the wealthy,
A place now darker in the night
,
Empty, abandoned, desolate
,
It’s history stripped away
,
It’s lively banter destroyed
,
Somewhere no one will bring their children
,
A gaudy nightmare
,
A harlot of brass,

Weep, Richmond, weep



12-23-2010

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