High-bred arms soar
... phallic and jeweled
with diamond lights
seducing my sights
but aye I recall
through my thrall
'tis stones tooled
over dispossession
and re-possession
where is held the Lenni Lenape
of this island weaving many hills
beyond commerce and modern ills
does their earthiness at core
beckon the tired, hungry and poor
-masses of every hue and cry
come to share in nativeness
spiriting one sky?
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