Leaving Ohio

The sunrise glitters on the highway,
like the promise of a diamond never seen,
I am leaving everything I have to be covered by the snow,
this state is a glutton, empty and obscene,
and I will leave here with nothing much to show.

I’ll leave pennies on the towns from Cleveland southbound;
where steel mills have been cut apart,
their burning hearts lay cold,
and the veins of towns are sputtering
by the filth that they’ve been sold.

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