A city hemmed in with police projecting protection, girdled with fear
A city open for walking, derailed by driving, watching the planes in the night sky
A city for the young, the servants, and the ruling class
A city where children are seldom seen, except in the museum
A city where height of buildings is limited to protect the power of the states projection, where communities grow in row houses, row after row
A city of international interest and flare, yet diminishing the influence of its citizenry
A city for the wealthy, and home to the barely making it
A police state yet porous to real evil, capable of real good, celebrating the heroes of war, planning for the next one.
A city with worship of the divine an option but inclined to worship a lower power, the law, the legislator, the courts.
May the angels deliver us from the grip of fear and incline us to the better nature, make us hungry for the liberty of the spirit, and lead us in ways of peace