"The spirit of a thousand moons and stars" 

A way to describe our passion. 

The sound of thousands of footsteps, marching for what we believe in. 

"Never give up" -Our slogan. 

"Stand together" What we are told. 

All our dreams are fairytales until made reality- Opportunity. 

The endless diversity of sounds is almost magical- Our music. 

 

The ignorant sores amongst us, 

Reminds me of the rotting scum that lives at the soul of my Chuck Taylors. 

Disgusting. 

Wiping it off is relaxing but ineffective. 

The ignorance is still there and sometimes unlimited. 

But it's not the only pest that bugs me. 

There lies the cruelty that creeps beneath our floorboards. 

That pokes it's head every now and again that is tremendously horny for attention. 

Stealing any lives that are in its range, no matter the place. 

No matter the shape or size. 

"Murdered for having fun" in our headlines. 

 

The lessons that we learn are whimsical but hard-hitting. 

The slap of reality, is an unknown taste to foreigner. 

I love this city. 

The way the people flow so smoothly through the city streets. 

The monuments and history. 

The fluent style of ethnicity. 

Oh, how I love this city. 

The feel of home rests between its borders. 

The sweet smell of familiarity 

 

What I long for this city, is for its strong bond to hold strong. 

That's what the city needs. 

What AMERICA needs. 

Done with the ignorance, 

And with squashed cruelty. 

Peace for everyone in different shapes and sizes. 

But the reality is that'll never happen. 

 

My bittersweet America.