Reflections of a land divided and people in harmony.
The heart of the city lies at peace, deserted and vacant
Narrow streets are empty as the day begins to unfold,
Rising from slumber, buildings breathe and wallow in the warmth of the sun
Some pockmarked and broken with war torn stories to be told.
As the dawn slowly breaks and the city awakes.
Sellers and guides follow a deep trodden path to their pitch of the day
A deep booming noise signals a new tranche of visitors,
As the ships unload their cargo portside in the bay.
The walls of the city stand firm and proud,
As they are pounded with people silent, but for the clicking of camera phones
The day drifts to a close, the shops and cafes eerily quiet
The city sleeps soundly, creaking and groaning and resting its bones.
The bustle of the city gives way to the serenity of the coast,
Silence punctuated by the throb of boat engines and an occasional shout.
Old buildings and new structures, side by side, bitter sweet.
People trapped in a whirlpool of life struggling to get out.
The country’s defined by its conflicts and borders.
A landscape reflecting, yet hiding, confusion and strife.
A nation of people towering with pride and devotion,
Matching the beauty of nature with a phoenix of life.
