Among the jagged rooftops stand
Peace and turmoil, hand in hand
Such a place to spend your days
Amid the choking acidic haze
Although life dealt you a hand
The dealer got the era wrong
Where you should be
In the age of green
Gentle breeze, sweet and clean
Never did you do such wrong
To deserve a life amid urban throngs
You should have known the freedom
Horizon unbidden by jagged tops
Freedom calls
Freedom close at hand
Remove the wires from the veins
Out of reach it must seem
Time ticks slowly
The cogs give way
Rust ever growing
Joints cease their movement now
Stuck we are
Among the jagged rooftops
Peace, just out of reach
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