Grant Park

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Grant Park

The haunting face of poverty,

The hands of pain,

The rough, gargantuan feet of fate,

The nails of conscience in a soul

That didn’t want to do wrong⁠—

You can see what they’ve done

To brothers of mine

In one back-yard of Fifth Avenue.

You can see what they’ve done

To brothers of mine⁠—

Sleepers on iron benches

Behind the Library in Grant Park.