Cold and Hunger
Sleep, my friend, is hard to find in this city
With the cold and hunger everywhere you look
But we must stay strong for when the sun comes back out
We will rebuild this broken city once more
Cold Nights
We will find a way to sleep in these cold nights
And we will find a way to rebuild this city once more
We will survive and we will be strong
For our city is our home and we will not let her fall
We will find the strength to keep going
And we will never give up on this city
We will stay together and we will never be apart
For our city is our home and we will not let her fall.
She will rise again and we will be there
To rebuild her and to make her strong
For our city is our home and we will not let her fall.
And we will never forget the nights we spent awake
Fighting for our city, our home.
And we will never forget the strength it took
To keep going, to stay alive.
And we will never forget what this city meant to us
And how we will never let her fall.
Our city is our home and we will not let her fall.
She will rise again.
This was a poetic tale from the city of Lazarus, A dystopian metropolis half sunken in the sea, along with ai art created with stable diffusion / Midjourney Version 4 inspired by the words of the poem. War and climate change took its toll on this and every other city we know. This is one of many short tales of a young woman ("the narrator") and her daily life surviving in the ruble of the modern world.
I am adding individual poems to a collection that I plan on eventually publishing into an ebook.
💔Here are a few links to some of the other poems about the dystopian City of Lazarus: