Right here,
Right now,
All the way in Battery City,
The little children,
Raise their open filthy palms,
Like tiny daggers up to heaven.
And all the juvie halls,
And the Ritalin rats,
Ask angels made from neon,
And //////// garbage,
Scream out, "What will save us?"
And the sky opened up.

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