Memories of a Splintered Past
Old politics fly out
the window
with the dawning
of a different age
Let the sun
beat down on the city
we need its warmth
in these cold times
the mist
surrounding our hearts
makes
us feel secure
Our old hopes
are dashed on the rocks
as the bitter
realities
strengthen their
hold on us
The will to continue
and the courage to
seek love and peace
must remain with
us
and as the moon
rises over the city
a faint glimmer
of starlight
reaches us
Yes, broken and
humbled
we'll continue on
our journey
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