Goodnight Little City

very personal.

The glass went up

in the centermost area of a quiet city.

I see humanity jumping above, trying 

to break free but timorous to get pummeled.

This is not berlin; hush hush.

Mobs want to go beyond

the now water drapped glass.

All i see now are handprints

of the people who want to grasp 

my hand close.

Closing my eyes to a soft plucking

of strings and my ink against paper

shall give me good value.

Hush hush.

Goodnight little city.

Wrap me under your dim lights

and your unwelcomed people,

that wish to tear me apart.

The mob isn't always comforting;

More like a smash in the head with a brick.