Cities

It's all land - some fertile, some barren,

Some with civilisation, some without,

Some meadows and lawns,

Others cluttered with buildings.

And then there are facilities,

Some with more, some with less.

What could vary is the tongue spoken, clothes worn,

And the litter and glitter that meet the eye,

But beneath all, what lie are roads and shops and houses,

With people living and breathing the same air,

Their hearts beating as one-

Yet, they draw these boundaries, naming land,

Buying and selling earth like property-

Does man own land or is it otherwise?

Knowing all this, though, they separate soil, even waging wars,

Arguing on whose city is better,

Oh it is all meaningless,

For, upon looking at streets,

Can one even identify,

Which city one stands on?

Written on 12.8,2016 at 12:15am, aero structures lab