Through the hill-fringed city
The people carry
umbrellas like
Dandelions on metallic poles - twisting and contorting skittishly in the
Wind - to
Beat
The heat of the day
Commercial Barons and other
Nobles cavort in the
Shade 'cept
For Carnival Day
When inhibitions are laid
bare as the St Andrew hills
in May
Only the peasants
feel the heat daring
On occasion
to steal cover and more so
fruit
From trees taken captive by
Developers and the not-so-captive
Middle class
Anxious to guard their sylvan
bounty
despite the protestations
That what they hold to so
Earnestly
Is in truth
"God tree"
Nobles cavort in the
Shade 'cept
For Carnival Day
When inhibitions are laid
bare as the St Andrew hills
in May
Only the peasants
feel the heat daring
On occasion
to steal cover and more so
fruit
From trees taken captive by
Developers and the not-so-captive
Middle class
Anxious to guard their sylvan
bounty
despite the protestations
That what they hold to so
Earnestly
Is in truth
"God tree"
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