Impenetrable City

  There is no war

  in the city of dreams.

  Though you look to distant shores,

  you’ll see no better queens!

  In the city of dreams

  when you walk, you and yours,

  you’ll see no better queens

  when you wave to men who knock on doors.

  When you walk, you and yours,

  speaking loudly, like machines,

  when you wave to men who knock on doors…

  No. You have not the means.

  Speaking loudly, like machines—

  ”There is no war!”

  Know you have not the means,

  though you look to distant shores.

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