Poem -
City of Stars
On Society’s Hands
She was in his arms, safe.
She was his second chance, blessed.
She lit up rooms and raised spirits, saviour.
But this wasn't forever.
Civilisations don't like safe, blessed, saviour.
People take what they want; leave behind messes; destroy lives.
Murderers.
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