Friday, March 4, 2016

My City

Written By: Aazia Z.

The musky smell of my city,
The constant chatter of my people.
The lights, The love, The life,
The sounds of laughter,
The silence during prayer,
The welcoming nature of every household,
Now all I see is hatred,
disgust and discontent.
Gone are the smiling faces
replaced with bitter snarls.
The laughter has become sinister,
The silence screaming loud.
Guns, Greed, Grief
are the only thing left now.
Yet in this dark lonely city
I see hope beginning to form,
I see specks scattered around.
I see a fire igniting
I see sparks relighting 
For this dusky city
is about to be

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