Toronto: We wish
We wish
paint her in crimson,
sun blaze in her glory,
leaves flame in her mountain;
we wish
wash away her stains,
children rollick on her soil,
drizzle melt coldness;
We wish
prime her as crystal,
light traverse her corners,
nowhere hide evil;
We wish
angels guard her children,
they never fear darkness,
peace cuddle each dreams.
…
But she, a proud city,
like crystal shattered in pieces;
Crimson turns as bloody scenes,
railed with yellow ribbons.
Her slim buildings shoot up,
as candles gleaming in mourning.
sky droops cold reminiscence,
never will let going.
She, a honorable city,
Bearing the test before,
Will still rise,
justice to bloom can be expected soon.