I have been my peoples' mother and
their romance and their whore,
and now I am their battle ground as
their words wage civil war
Between the first of my two children,
the work and industry
Who have sweated, who have taken, and
above all, needed me,
and the second of my children. They
admire and they love
Me, but not my other child, whom they
think they're above,
Because they live in leisure and engage
me in their sport,
and in fairness, the older has done
nothing to the younger's favor court,
But there's a new kid in the family at
whom both his elders shout.
The Californians want to change me.
Old and New West say “get out.”
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