“Why yes, I also hated him for taking his own life,” silence hung. The golden sunset lighting up the city and the sea, with the cool wind blowing they admired everything. Looking down on a city that has been locked away for so long, standing in horror and shame. I can’t speak for everyone but this poem comes from my heart, i’m sorry and i’m scared, hurt and shamed. Atop of the hill, i pray with a pain filled heart and tears running down my face.

Source: International New York Times March 25, 2021 17:26 UTC