Short one shot poem type-o-thing, I guess, kinda strange – let me know what you think.

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I see it all up here.

I see the power, the corruption, the greed.

I see the dirt, the slime, the rubble.

I see the poor newsboys getting kicked around.

See them get pitied, cajoled, and spit upon.

I see them walking around the whole damn city, their soles ripping and holes in their socks.

Penny a pape.

I see all it gets them, too.

A crust of bread...

A few good times...

A few black eyes.

I see the city beat the crap outta them and toss them back out.

Out on their backs.

Out on the streets.

Out on their heads.

I see the different groups of them scattered about.

The leaders.

The followers.

The odd ones that stick out like a sore thumb.

I see the sun beating down on them...

Sticking their shirts to their backs.

Burning their feet through their boots.

Matting their hair to their foreheads.

I see the winter tear down on them.

Freezing their faces.

Tingling their toes.

Icing their breath.

I see all sorts of things from here.

I also see the bonds that are formed.

The families that are made.

The enemies that are broken.

I've seen a great many things from up my high perch.

I see the rise...

I see the fall...

I see it all.

I have a bird's eye view.

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Just something was stuck in my head so I had to get it out. Did you like it at all? Eh?