Atlanta
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Atlanta! Atlanta!
People laid out in the street,
dying, diseased, and broken,
poets in old Atlanta
found few words betoken
what none would read out loud.
Scattered in blood soaked streets,
torn body parts and brains,
human devastation,
none like nature's wrath rains,
what none should see unshroud.
Bodies hung in the streets,
smeared with mud and blood,
uncivilized civil war,
more grim than Billy Budd,
what none could sing too proud.
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