The city center was an island.
The island, castle.
And the entrenchment, a river which resembled a sea
because it was part of the ocean.
The patroling took place at night
so that the lights of the people would be visible.
Each light, was a candle.
Each candle, a soul.
The water element was not only life, but also protection
for the castle of Humanity.
Of course the magnitudes were enormous.
And the boat rushed to reach the opposite bank.
At the edge of the chessboard, at the goban side
he examined the battlements with the skyscrapers.
There was an inexplicable tranquility
as if the castle of memory was aware of the future.
It had to endure and it did.
The people knew about it.
They had not forgotten the victims.
And the Just couldn’t forget the innocent.
Barbarism may had attacked them
insidiously, but they were defragmented
and refoldable again.
He looked at the boat’s flag which was waving.
It was no longer folded like a triangle.
It didn’t forget though.
They proceeded towards the downtown side of the city
from where
the Statue of Liberty
was obvious
It was standing for centuries on.
And it should’ve remained likewise.
Because freedom doesn’t kneel.