on the glass
of life that is swift.
up the locusts from their chests,
A plague would be uncalled for, so
achieved so much earlier in
Art and History,
Love and War,
Spirit and Vitality.
So I wonder am I worthy enough to help anyone with such turmoil?
Ah yes, it's true.
This violent act has somehow affected me too.
with a hundred and seventy five
these events that took place,
Newspapers replaced headlines
Reliving horrors of someone else's reality.
All these feelings I carry come in shades of resistance.
That such a story shall never desist,
I shall have to persist
My eternal gratitude,
For the City's eyes of truth,
It never surrendered its vitality and youth.
This place is most vibrant, it births
Survivors on earth
Because they channeled their decisions,
to act with precision,
in a natural crisis, families came together.
Under an umbrella, they all fought the weather
like 'birds of a feather'
Their strengths flew,
planned again to never fear,
to never deny,
Their internal need to survive.