Her spire inspired and empowered,
Sheltering the beggars across time.
Shockingly, a fire burned its spine.
The top fell: crackling,
Crashing, and blazing…
Such collapses come always fast,
As other tragedies of recent past.
Plagues, floods, and worsening storms.
The plundered planet in an altered form.
Choking air, winds swirling,
Sweltering, drowning…
Wars destroy lives even faster,
Slaughter peace-loving dancers,
Bury children under rubble,
Entrap peace in an endless tunnel.
The music was thrilling,
Then shooting and shrieking…
Their screams drowned underground,
Lost in Pluto’s crowded underworld.
Vile geniuses dug a cave of hell
While humanity failed to prevail.
Wrath unleashed the dogs of war,
Fangs flashing, growls and gore.
In the “City of Lost Children,”
Thieves stole youthful dreams
Staving off aging by any means.
Schooling generations for revenge.
In cycles of never-ending violence
Interrupted by dreadful silence.
They say miracles cannot be ignored.
Notre Dame is almost restored;
Its iconic rooster found under debris,
Remade for a world to be free.
It took less than a day to crumble,
But years for artisans to reassemble.
A step at a time:
Sweating, Swearing,