By Kenneth Martin

Written At 4:47 P.M.

New York

My Child I Say Unto Thee That Writes.

New York Is Damned, For I Cried Out To Her and Begged Her, But She Will Not Hear.

For She Has Turned A Deaf Ear To Me. For Her Own Good, She Thinks She Can Handle Life and Everything That Comes Her Way.

Yea! For She Thinks She Is Lead, World Wide.

Soon, She Shall Lie In The Dust Of The Earth and Look Up and Wonder What Has Happened That She Could Be So Badly Destroyed.

Her Beauty Gone, Her Wealth Gone, Her Power, Gone.

Surely, Her Glamour Will Never Be As Before But She Will Always Be Scarred.

Surely! She Has Left Me For Another Love.

Peace My People, For I Am Thy God and You Will Rise In America Quickly.