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 


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