A city on its knees.

by Poet on the Piano   Jun 24, 2020


It's bleak in this city;
fear has stormed the
strongest, our barriers
crumbling to the ground
like a foundation we placed
too much trust in.

This city was never mine
but I grew to love its spirit.

Now, we wonder if military
trucks will parade down Main St,
dirtying the dreams
we painted on plywood.

Some of us are close to giving up.
I feel it in the labored sighs of
historic buildings, in the heat
waves and carbon dioxide and
exhaustion of being told to
"just go home".

Silence pollutes the rivers
we were once defined by,
flooding the streets with
complacency,

but our echoes can still
be found

underground,

growing stronger,
braver,
each day.

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  • 6 days ago

    by Shoreditchpoet Dennis

    You really capture the sense of exasperation of our times. We all need a different direction don’t we?
    Great piece.

    Dennis

  • 1 week ago

    by Rania Moallem

    omg MA...goosebumps everywhere. What a powerful poem. I was mainly taken away with how strong your tone is knowing how affected you actually are by all this. It's so overwhelming.

    Silence pollutes the rivers
    we were once defined by,
    ! these 2 lines were like the peak and then your closing words were just killers. The poem flowed so well from the bottom of your heart and touched mine!!

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