El Paso
My city was a gem.
An Egypt in the Chihuahuan Desert-
A friendly place that never condemns-
Is now forever on alert.
A flower in the bitter sand,
We thrive in a world where even the insects kneel.
And from this tired land,
We learn to laugh and cry and feel.
On the Arrival of the last month of growth,
A Seth arrived to toss my people into their casket.
He took out his anger on those he most loathed,
Then suddenly quit,
Uncaring of our panic.
My city is a gem,
An Egypt in the Chihuahuan Desert,
A united front against the storms of contempt,
And will not lie inert
Against the battery of war.
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.