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Writer's pictureAllen Greenfield

FOR THE IVY LEAGUE


I L L U S I O N S



RIVER TO SEA DRIVE NAILS IN ME

take one


Life's delusions, a tapestry of pain,

In the South, where cotton and chains entwined,

For a future painted in shades of justice, I strained,

Echoes of promises, left behind.


Shadows of Saigon, a quagmire of blood,

In the mire of war, drafted lives were lost,

Lamenting the conscription, a cruel, bitter flood,

Leaving a hollow echo, at what cost?


Under Haymarket's banner, ideals soared,

Symphony of voices, a cacophony of change,

Ideologies clashed, a discordant accord,

On the shores of betrayal, I felt estranged.


Nuclear annihilation, a chilling dread,

Glimmer arms reduction, in a city of dreams,

In unison, voices rose, a chorus spread,

Through the city's pulse, a new rhythm gleams.


Reality's delusions, a bitter truth,

Echoes of Dos Pasos, Chambers' lament,

And the fleeting nature of hope, in my lost youth,

Leaving me adrift, a soul discontent.



River to Sea Drive Nails in Me

take two

Joni's voice resonates with the illusions of life that I remember,

Admitting I truly understand nothing about life,

A poignant lament emerges,

A symphony of heartbreak unfolds,

A dirge mourning the innocence that's been lost.


River to sea, drive those nails in me,

Life's delusions, bitter tapestry of pain,

In the South, where cotton and chains entwine,

For a future painted in shades of justice, I strain,

Echoes of promises, lost and left behind,

A symphony of shadows, haunting my brain.


Shadows of Saigon, that quagmire of blood,

Leaving a hollow echo, at what cost?

In the mire of war, so many lives were lost,

Lamenting the draft, a cruel, bitter flood,

River to sea, a soul that now feels crushed,

Under Haymarket’s banner, ideals soared.


Symphony of voices, a cacophony of change,

Ideologies clashed, a discordant accord,

On the shores of betrayal, I feel estranged,

Nuclear annihilation, a chilling dread,

River to sea, a journey that I dread,

Shadows of Manhattan, a city of dreams.


In unison, voices rose, a chorus spread,

Through the city’s pulse, a new rhythm gleams,

Reality's delusions, a bitter truth,

Echoes of Dos Pasos, Chambers’ lament,

River to sea, a path I much resent,

And the fleeting nature of hope, in my lost youth.


Leaving me adrift, a soul discontent,

It drives those nails in me,

A symphony of shadows, haunting my brain,

River to sea, a journey that I dread,

And the fleeting nature of hope, in my lost youth,

Leaving me adrift, a soul discontent.






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