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As I look at these slums, I think about revolution

Broken, but not really.

Breaking.

In the process of, about to

Or waiting around to be broken.

But not really.

 

In this hell-furnace, the broken

May be whole again.

Childhoods, futures, spirits, once old things

Smashed, shattered and kept hidden away.

Now smelted together.

Women, men be forged anew!

 

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