We had our city

From the ancient city we drew our paths
Carefully choosing  our words and sights
We, the sojourners In our own land
Have no where to go except we go back.

Life has thrown its weight on us,
But we sit, crippled yet still strong,
Some dreams lay cold as stillborns,
Caused by our negligence to hear words.

Where were our minds?
In delusional clouds or sunk down in the river?
Our sharpened guns cocked but useless to fire
Our minds together strong but  useless

The sun shines beautifully in the sky,
Is this hope? Or yet a bullet In disguise
We want our city back,
Our honey land
That shined so bright

©Success Tujah