On a Bridge
Overlooking the cityscape
Just a Part
A representation not full
Nor truly representative
As the city of the country
Yet the admiration for what it takes
To build a city
Retain its character for over
Two centuries kind of absolves
The many sins on their way
To be where it is.
“Don’t cry for me Argentina”
The morning Sunday is quiet
Churches open late
It’s winter and cold
The water is still yet flows
Birds waking and letting it know
But not yet daring out on food hunt
As if it’s assured for all
After a weekend bash along the waterfront
Restaurants and eateries
Wish it were so for all
The abundance of resources and land
The country has for all its people and even
The world over, what would it be like, if
New Order were built around such a goal
To every one their due
For being human and in the food chain
Deserving a roof for shelter, clothing
An employment in collaboration
With the entrepreneurial class
None being left by the wayside
A dream ? is it possible? What brings
This feeling of hurt for the privileged
Moment of being here and elsewhere
Knowing it’s undeserved and even worse
A part of the problem justified as providence
Dare not be acknowledged by either Faith or reason
Neither Doubt nor Certainty into the land or heaven
Of perfection to be surrendered by those who do not
Yet hold, grasp, possess, live the desired Perfection
So Silence Alone REMAINS.