Starlite Boston So Long

The artist in me
Birthed in places of discontent
Creative streams
Misery did lend

Gifts found in lands not my own
More difficult to use
Now having returned home

These strange places now part of me
Easy to dismiss
Except
For the faces I see

Much more than a tourist
A labourer in the land
Motivated and energized
Doing all that I could
To make my Babylons
Jerusalem
For those who belong

Many who I Love
Other I despise

There do nothing bureaucracy
In land of The Bean

The other hosing darkness
On land
Radiating Starlite' s torch
Exploitive
Oppressive
Mean to be mean

What providence teaches
Is still to be seen
Thankful for the communist chapter
Where Boston is strong

Starlite's reflection
Clear
Despite all that is wrong
The menu of services
Could not be better

So long Friends

I am Hopeful

I think I have found a place
Where people work together