The cloud of grey fog veiled the city
On the streets empty; seemed people
The cabs looked vague, as if a ghost
Amidst the surrounding ashy buildings posts
The speeding of vehicles was just, an image
Now the pale streets dusty, with damage
Oh man, embrace and comfort and know
Bring back the lights and the glow
Of enchanting memories of useful lives
To hold them in love and break all lies
Do come to find us here underneath
We captives who’ve been under siege
Bonnie Jennings ©2015 All Rights Reserved
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