The Great Chicago Fire

The Sky was all Electric Blues

Guitar Chords...

As a sultry summer's son's sparks 

Rained down In the same way 

A struck flint ignites magnesium shavings.

Setting negro streets afire.

The Streets fought back, though, like crooked cops

As tar bubbled up From asphalt cracks...

"Fuck The police!" The boulevard cried.

When fire fell-down on The Bricks, they hardly noticed...

They'd been there before under-fire is where they were born.

The Heat beat down on sidewalks, too.

But they shot back.

Now The Mirages shake, Dance and Shimmer 

In the fading Distant sleight of ultraviolet-light

A Community protest on a warm August night, 

Speaking-out. Never heard.

The News on The T.V. was too loud...

A country's cultural cries --

Quietly quelled as government lies covered-up

The Pain they felt