We, the people

Different in ways

yet alike in every way

still weird all the way

Glossy

Blessing from above

glazing bright and with a sheen

marvel, nature’s named

Cracked lips, unkempt hair

a soul full of memories

traveller on foot

Reflecting town’s wealth

and mirroring the land’s health

city centre lake

Through the gates of hell

goes every mom in labour

gateway to heaven