Poem, Travels

Welcome to My City My Town

In my city:

The waters cover the open fields.

The open fields often go untended.

Untended work goes unpunished.

Unpunished folks ruin the nation.

Is where resilience is preferred.

Is where any dream becomes valid.

Is where all businesses thrive.

Is where the future of the nation lays.

The pride of the powerful lingers.

Toddlers aspire to work there.

Art beckons even in the nightlife.

God watches over its mortals.

What happens in your city that makes it magical?


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