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Warriors

Based on Carl Sandburg's 'Losers'

If I should pass the cell of Ajax,

I would stop and reflect for a while

Because I too was blinded by rage and facades

And managed to escape.

If I pass the alleyway of Swan

I shall speak to the rats, "My, my!"--

I who have lead an unpromising future,

I who have lead such immoral acts upon the innocent.

I am looking for the train of Rembrandt too.

I would scout the beach with him and say,

"We never had anythin' goin' for us, now did we?"

And the last fighting ground of Snow-

When I stand there, I shall tell the people:

"You haven't lived; I've been around the ben-

Who's gonna get wasted with accomplishment?"

Cowboy, Vermin, Mercy

With them, I could laugh and cry for awhile.

I think I could tell them kids:

"Them Warriors were good, real good..."

I could ask gangs who wear their colors proudly,

In the name of that Cyrus and all of Bronx,

Reining with the Riffs, calling to New York,

"Come on, you-----! Can you dig it?"