It was called the melting pot

It was called the melting years ago when we were young

Opportunity inviting all the hawkers of the world  to life

Their accented tones resonating from every pushcart and


Umbrellahumbrellahumbrellah peddling shelter and comfort

outside the subway entrance

Sounds like the city, sounds like religious chants whispered

in rhythmic patter

Offering hope, a second change, a bright American future!



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