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DREAMS IN THE SLUM.
SOME MEN, NOT BLIND, STILL THINK AMID THE FILTH.SOME SCHOLARS SEE VAST CITIES LIKE THE SUN:
BRIGHT HIVES OF POWER, OF JUSTICE AND OF LOVE,
IN BRAINS LIKE THESE OUR ZION HAS BEGUN.
WHAT WILL YOU DO TO MAKE THEIR THOUGHT COME TRUE?
OR WILL YOU TREAD THEIR PEARLS INTO THE EARTH?
FRIENDS, WHEN SUCH VOICES RISE DESPITE THE TIME,
WHAT ARE YOUR SHABBY, RICH MAN'S TEMPLES WORTH?
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