When the builidngs fell
Mothers wept while their children looked on
They hoped this life was but a dream and they would awake
in the morning
with creeks to dabble in
and merry go rounds to ride.
And the men in the yellow coats
refrained from chanting
to take in the moment when they
realized they had won.
And the churches became abandoned
and the Priests
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