So I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them: Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
Come on, you Do you want to live forever?
By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.
The fog comes on little cat feet.
A liar is a liar and lives on the lies he tells and dies in a life of lies.