Wednesday, February 23, 2011


A proud city has been changed
outward and inward.
The cathedral has crumbled
and those with hope still
stand on the footpath.

Huddled groups on the grass
Their direction lost, eyes wide.
Yet some people are found
And the tv crews catch the rawness.

Ever the wariness and feeling so tired..
the load too heavy, the task too big.
Will it ever stop?
What will we do?
Is everyone okay?
Determined faces set like masks.

The city of old is gone
and it's not yet time to build again.

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