At the third sun rise
from the day a good man passed
the town is crowded
Men are in the square
there's a man, paper in hand
waving through the air
"They will sign!" he cries
eyes tear stained, the crowd goes wild
waiting for this day
Who will sign this where?
is this the plan spoken of?
what's a girl to do?
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War of Cities
PoetryWhat's left of the U.S. after the initial fighting is broken down into large cities. Resources are limited. 11-year-old Sura is caught in the middle of the mess-- there's violence in the streets and her Papa's gone away to fight. Hear about the horr...
