Sun-city

There is a city full of skyscrapers,

so high that sunlight cant come through.

The citicens, have since long forgotten,

what it feels like, when the sun gently meets the skin.

Sunrise,

sunset,

the sun in daytime.

The sun has become a myth and everyone longs for someone.

All of those

who plant fig trees and are reborn.

An unusual kind,

conceives and gives birth.

The sun is shining somewhere,

equips for war, of spiritual sort.

We re-evaluate and prepare to fight,

for everything we lost and for everything that burns tomorrow.

The third death is out of sight.