Something about stopping | 1 |
at an intersection in middle America | 2 |
at 4 am in the morning. | 3 |
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Where uncertainty has been | 4 |
chased away by a church every three miles | 5 |
and foreigners are never on the sidewalk | 6 |
but hidden in their suvs and | 7 |
tucked away mansions. | 8 |
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Where hypocrisy and sin | 9 |
can hibernate for years | 10 |
just from good manners, | 11 |
knowing your place, | 12 |
pastor says every cross road | 13 |
is a choice or crucifix. | 14 |
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Where the carnival of traffic lights | 15 |
Winn Dixie and McDonald’s | 16 |
our time’s square | 17 |
I can imagine are flashing all for me. | 18 |
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And North Korea or Russia | 19 |
are on distant planets, | 20 |
cannot distract me from | 21 |
sympathizing with the destiny of | 22 |
the odd stray or expressing wonder | 23 |
at the pimple moon. | 24 |
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They could say this is | 25 |
god’ s country. | 26 |
And I would believe them | 27 |
every time the homeless man | 28 |
crosses the road without looking | 29 |
as if he was just crowned our | 30 |
immortal King. | 31 |