Desolate
Darkened night
desolate streets
not the rest of dreams
nor of peace.
Rather despair spreading
rustling through
bondage packaged
built in reckless.
Abandon over years
a self-designed
city once puffed with pride
crumbles under foundation.
Weeps bitter tears
without hope.
Onlookers scoff
or mourn
lost heritage
lost legacy.
Psalm 37:1: "Do not fret because of the wicked; do not be envious of wrongdoers."
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