by: Andrew Rowe
The View reveals the true colors of my home town Sitting atop the confederate canon, looking out below At the sectors of the city unfairly classified as white or brown The burrows of Birmingham and their enormous cargo. Looking North West toward downtown The revival prominent with the lights and smolder Not shown are the scars of the struggle for civil rights Sixth alley south still shrieks on some dark nights Looking North East towards Woodlawn Where the planes fly away from behind a glazed dawn A community so oppressed by the South Of Birmingham, it has been buried past recollection Looking South towards Mountain Brook Which prefers to stay hidden by the red ridge from Those not as fortunate as them, not as opulent The elitist of the city who would rather be alone and solitary Looking up towards the sky The native wildlife of Ruffner Mountain in slowed existence Coexisting with the quarry which once fueled the city and, Unearthed the iron and steel which dyed our players Looking down at the ground below Realizing the city of Birmingham is more than what is shows So much history embedded in the earth Racism and discrimination we cannot allow to rebirth.
The Mire 