Who Runs This City Now?

Poem By Parray Shahid

Who runs this city now? -
Is it God? - Or God no more?
He cares not - asks not - sees not -
As the hymns flush out in death's sight -
As does mourning for the dead -
The speech of men on the shore of evening, death -
To-day - strange to the crowd - speaks comfort no more:
"You are too soon, " they cry, "You are too late, "
Who runs this city now? -
Is it God? - Or God no more?

Comments about Who Runs This City Now?

A refined poetic imagination, Parray. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.


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