Sky streams gleam against flying iron beams
Shine finds rhyme in these highest of dreams
Mig inert clouds weld together drifting seams
Smoke signals weld trails of rich smoky dreams
High in the skies fly men on carbon steel wings
Flying into vacant lots of sky welding blue seas
Sky hooks rely on these hanging human beings
Death walkers, sky dancers, trenchant steel flies
Atmospheric dreams bolt thin air to steel skies
Perched on red knees these stainless steel men
Stab this new world together with solid drift pins
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Children of red fathers grow taller in steel feathers
Climbing clouds welding our iron dreams together
Immune from cavities and death defying gravities
Copper wires air arc out the fires of rich men desire
While far below scurrying of what seems a dream
Busy ground beaters don’t see the irony of things
Still the sky guys unsnap clouds jitterbugging by
Kissing steel girders making love with steel guide
Indian men walking the thinnest cellophane skies
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Wingless wide flanges glide in like wind angels
Angles and plates buckled down its heavenly fate
Skylines scrapped into shapes of large iron boxes
Baring the weight for some rich penthouse office
The irony of iron always comes down to the classes
Buffaloing the masses in their rich rose colored glasses
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Eighteen hundred feet above our earth
F.A.A. Lights begin to flicker and flirt
Almost too far for a little wink at the dirt
Head feathers quiver proud of their work
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Sky tribe, Hawkeye, Indian men
On blue plateaus above earth once again
Impregnating skies giving blue birth
Ant men with steel wings
Still they’re unseen, unsung
These builders of Planet Earth
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A steel blue flower shown off by rich white men
Sits in full bloom under the stem of red men
Glory is found on the top story of men
Same old America - Same old wind
Red, white and blue, a sunset for two
But without red skies the sunset would die
Standing alone in a steel infested sky
