Horns of Destiny
Horn's Of Destiny
My first solo vacation
was to New York City
Instead of glitter were streets
over crowded and gritty.
The famed Big Apple held
millions in homeless captivity
expressions of poverty full
of elusive ambiguity.
I observed thick wavy steam
rising from the street
sewer vapors escaped,
tainting the noon heat.
At dusk I crawled onto the
fire escape to cool down
when ten seconds of silence
fell over down town.
Gun shots rang out as
explosions lit the night sky
screaming grew louder as
the shrapnel began to fly.
Atop our building police
snipers were perched
ground patrols hid in
shadows their purpose to search.
As sunrise approached,
devastation was at our doors
Distant groans from injuries
seep from her pores.
Three days later the riots
ceased and regressed
out from the ruins came
warrior's strong and blessed
Rolling up their sleeve's
together they rebuilt
the city they call home
with pride, free of guilt
The Horns of Destiny shook
a sleeping giant woke
as warriors appeared
from inside the smoke
Tried by fire, hardened
like steel and free of dross
arose the sleeping giants
searching for their lost
Glittering seeds born from
streets I found so gritty
soul of the Apple and
true grit of New York City
Copyright©2011 Carole Cookie Arnold
Copyright © Carole Cookie Arnold | Year Posted 2011
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