Top o the world, a tower to behold.
Not for the nervous much more for the bold
To look on the city from dark greying clouds
The cars look like ants with the smallest of crowds
A beer and a Jack on floor hundred and one
With a plate filled with wings in a moment they’re gone.
But a sombersome trip to memorial park
As the twin holes lay claim with their fall through the dark
Fills my heart full of grief for the wars that they start
A reminder of souls so dispatched to embark
So we sit atop dreams with our food and our drink
As around all in sight to the desolate sink
But to all I commend let us sit and just think
As the world of the free so dramatically sinks
Dec247h 
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