The city I am born

I am born in the city  

That has history of rise and perish over again and again

The city always attracted invaders from far  

One set of people conquered other set that lived in the city

City remained always center of powerful empires

City always stood with new set of buildings built upon ruins of the older ones

Common citizen of my city always remains royal to ruler of the day

Aristocratic souls of the city,

Colluded with conquers more than once

To become part of organized loot of fellow citizen

City is rising again after I am born…

It will keep on rising

Till bunch of aristocrat souls fall again

Again they collude with external forces

Common citizen should watch them 24/7

Fallen souls can rise again.

My city will keep on rising again and again.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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