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letra de madonna on the curb - peace mix - jonatha brooke

[poem by irish poet christopher morley]
on the curb of a city pavement, by the ash and garbage cans
in the stench of rolling thunder of motor trucks and vans
there sits a little lady with brave but troubled eyes
and in her arms a baby that cries and cries and cries
she cannot be more than three, but the years go fast in the slums
and hard on the pangs of winter’s cold, the pitiless summer comes
the wails of sickly children she knows, she understands
the pangs of puny bodies, the clutch of small hot hands
the deadly blaze of august that turns men faint and mad
she quiets the peevish urchins by telling of dreams she had
of heaven with its marble stairs, and ice and singing fans
and god in white, so friendly there, just like the drug store man
on the curb of a city pavement by the ash and garbage cans
in the stench of rolling thunder of motor trucks and vans
there sits a little lady with brave but troubled eyes
and in her arms a baby that cries and cries and cries
so when you’re giving millions to belgian pole, and serb
remember my beautiful lady, madonna on the curb

- jonatha brooke

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