The Ruins of Charleston – Original Poem
By Mark A Leon
Fire in the sky as the sun sets over a skyline blessed by God
A homeless man confesses being lost on a bible made of cardboard
Tears in his eyes
A child lost behind the beard of intoxicated defeat
In a city of color, we are divided in black and white
Raise your glass from the rooftop
A toast to a town in the ruins of wealth
A history of soul searching
A future building to the clouds of an urban ladder to heaven
Coastal cowboys and cowgirls in this new Southern frontier
The new South rolling in the green grass of money from the bankers laughing at the shadows of the past
Leaders lining their satin pants with the tickle of power celebrating on yachts and balconies high above the minions of despair.
Statues fall
Corruption watered down by craft beer
How about an oyster for the erotic spirit of this vacation hideaway
Let our butler take your bags
Let your worries fade into the sparkling bubbles
Steamy nights await
Welcome to Charleston
Southern values on a Southern cross where all are welcome
Always a smile y’all
Always hospitable
Kick back and let us wipe away those fears
Step right up to the plush escape of jewel of the coast