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The Colossus
The discarded children Who have abandoned the halls of the local schools, Whose parents have abandoned them to the streets, Loiter in the shadow Of the colossus of the North. While you are driving to your charity work If you take a wrong turn It will come upon you Like a sudden wave, Or a punch you didn't see coming. A monster of fargone industry Its many eyes shattered by the children Its mouth nailed shut skinned in yellow and red signs It stoicly watches the neighborhood.