From my window at the top of the hill
I observe the once vibrant city
whose streets were ruled by Wisdom
She gathered her people
and gave them counsel

until they sought their own wisdom

She was like a tree of life in the city
Her arms filled with gifts of long life
and riches

until they sought their own wisdom

Now, the desolate streets are ruled
by poverty and anarchy
while transgressions abound
Fear is free to slither in and out
of rebellious minds
…paralysing dreams and potential

Until at the climax of their torment…
they beg for Wisdom once more

© Vivian Zems

Dverse Poets Pub– Window

Skyloverwordlist– transgress, rebel, climax