My cites under siege.
My cites under siege.
I see war.
I see suffering.
I see a problem.
I stare out my window and all I see is suffering.
Then then glance in my mirror and all I see is me.
My cites under siege.
My cities under siege.
My city needs answers.
My city needs a solution.
My city needs me.
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HLH© 11/20/21
