Downtown high rises filled with mirrors, reflecting 
the incompetence of businessmen and lawyers through-
out the day.
Lies reflecting and reminding them of good deeds 
gone undone, heartache replacing peace in poor people 
that they themselves have caused.
Tenants of these skyscrapers have mistakenly misplaced 
being in mid-air with notions of their superiority and 
think themselves gods above everyone else.
Airs put on from their own minds have no truth or 
reality in this life, yet they go on believing their 
own lies, while taking lives away, discarding them 
like droplets of water being tossed out of a fountain, 
or leaves dropping to the cement ground without anyone noticing.                
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