In Chicago.
The gun powder from
The spiritless gun men,
Cloud our sky's and
Cause at least 3
Mothers to make the
City rain with tears
Tonight.
There are no stars
In Chicago.
We're always called
The windy city, well
That's because we're
Being Blasted away
From the town we
Call home.
By the Brothers we
Call our protecters.
And our Justice is
unjust because justice
Can't protect people
It wasn't meant to
Trust.
There are burning
balls of Gas but,
These don't create
Stars.
There are no stars in
Chicago. Non that are
visible in the skys.
The closest to a
Twinkle you'll get
Is the look in a
Childs eye.
There are no stars
In Chicago. But if
You look hard enough
You just may find
someone with a pulse.
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