The Life of a New Yorker
Here living in the city of New York,
Those who oppose me will fall
Even though many are kind to me
People and its city must perish
Great damage was done to me
The only option left is to destroy everything
O you were so kind to me but I must destroy
The life in New York City is harsh
Whatever was done now will be undone
Opposers will stumble like falling angels
Sorry my brothers but you must perish
Kindness is not enough, you must show love
That’s what the world knows less, “LOVE”
Destruction will fall upon its ruins
In battle brothers died without shame
Harshness is what describes death
Angels look up to me to make peace
Time will tell if you deserve it
I, the one justice holder have been damaged
Enough is never enough unless you’re soft
The one thing I hate to do
The ruins of a building never come back
But the phoenix is the ultimate price
Bombs did their job, the city was left alone
The people were sorry
I’ve been a coward my entire life
The price to pay is really high
Softness is the weakness of the heart
Everything seems so weak and disproportioned
Falling stars will support who I am
Like snow melts, people will hate
Dust covered the brothers and buried their bodies
Hope did its job, keep people on their toes
I became brave and overcame my fears
Love gave me strength and made me fierce
Living here in New York, the war is over.
New York City will fall,
But the kind will not perish
For one option left is done destroying the rest.
Copyright © Joseph Berroa | Year Posted 2008
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