In a city, callous and brave, is greatness,
Of inner triumph, offered by the community
And its whole partnership.
Godly blessings carry morbid telling
To defenceless creatures, geese are these
Disappointments.
To the city is a drift of wildlife
That makes us weep, it confined our
Thoughts as we worked our way to the top.
A tree masters a treat of great cuteness
To the aerial creatures of myth and legend-
Birds.
The community confesses its pollution, actions
And treatment.
I have no qualms, and I have no injustice in this season of ours.
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