Wednesday, September 5, 2018

The Ground

Dirty holy grey squares
Of concrete line the endless
Winding streets
Covered and crying
For the stress of people on their face 

Is too great to bear
But they remain strong
Holding hands together
Prepared for new waves of immigrants 

To topple their cemented reality
Oh! To be a stone slab
Supporting the etherial gates of Zion 

And to lay against them
Protected from the stampedes
Of passersby.

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