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Cityscape

Cityscape 

You point to the sky
Yet you're rooted to earth
Your colourless windows
Reflect sunshine and mirth 

If stark is an asset
You're bringing it, plenty
So stoney and cold
On the outside.. so empty 

What happened to humans?
That we're all locked away
With tablets and iPads
In our prisons so grey

I pray that the lesson
We learn from this lockdown
Is that freedom is precious 
As from towers we come down 

To the grass and the fields,
Into churches and places
So the architect God
Who constructed our faces 

Can rebuild and reshape
Every son, every daughter 
And save us from lounging
In bricks and in mortar 

From the shell of the outer
To way deep inside..
Open our hearts
Where true humans reside 

And when everything's over.
And the light clicks to black
We'll be neighbours again
In the concrete, glass stack 

There'll be laughter and friendship
Unlike ever before..
A heart-warming welcome
Behind every closed door. 

So, to wide open spaces;
With our feet, hearts and minds
With the gift of each other
All the shapes, colours, kinds. 

Let us never be locked
In our prisons again.
We are more than a number..
For we all have a name.

Jinjagoliath
18th February 2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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