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?