The City

**Danger hangs from night clouds
like spiders webs.
Fear of the violence
Tremors the earth beneath me
like earthquakes.
Yet through the windows
of my towers.
The city shimmers
and stands firm.
It does not run away.
It stands it ground
It whispers work in me
Live in me.
Play in me.
I shall not rest ever.
If you cut off one of my buildings.
I shall grow another
I was here before your
Violence
I shall be here
when you are dead
So do your worst
I do not care
For I am the city
And these people
Are my children.
It will always be so.