Pink against blue
Reflected off glass high-risers.
A city carrying on.
The undeterrable city,
Once she built ships,
Only the fragmented Victorian pastiche remains,
Her voice still loud nonetheless,
How they wish they could control her,
Shouting ‘yes’ against the sky,
She wants freedom which extends,
Extends the seas her ships sailed.
Overlooking a sunset from above,
An entire city at the fingertips.
The pink is a kind a of blossom,
A sanctuary in the sky,
Oh, writer, you are idealistic!
This city has lost more than ship,
More than independence,
More than victims,
More than the sun.
Anyone could be watching,
But he’s better than a whole city,
And he’s the real loss.